Under the darkening sky,. The flames crackled, The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of years of conflict, mistrust, and bloodshed. It was a strange sight—one that would have been unthinkable just months ago. Eldians and Marleyans, enemies for thousands of years, now sitting together in uneasy silence. At the center of it all was Hange Zoë, the newly appointed commander of the Survey Corps, stirring a large pot of stew over the fire. Doing her best to lighten the mood, though she too felt the tension pressing down on the group. Captain Levi Ackerman sat nearby, Although injured, his gaze was cold and distant. Miguel Ackerman, his distant cousin, stood beside him, quieter than usual, his arms crossed, occasionally glancing between the unfamiliar and familiar faces on the other side of the fire. Armin Arlert sat across from them, close to Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein and Connie Springer sat beside them, keeping to themselves. Jean’s arms were folded, his brow furrowed in thought. Connie was more restless, drumming his fingers on his knee, as if the quiet was more unbearable than any battle they had fought.

Across from them sat the warriors of Marley. Reiner Braun, his face as hard and stoic as ever, looked down into the fire, deep in thought. He had been fighting for so long, caught between loyalty and guilt... Pieck Finger, more relaxed than the others, leaned against a nearby tree, though her ever-present caution showed in her gaze as she scanned the area. General Theo Magath sat besides Hange, his posture rigid. Yelena and Onyankopon, representatives of the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers, stood closer to Hange, then were Gabi Braun and Falco Grice, the youngest among them. The tension was actually quiet but insanely heavy.

Hange: "We shouldn't stare at each other like this... It's a bit unsettling... Who knew we would be all sitting around a camp fire, making stew..."

Magath: "Devils huh... Don't consider me entirely convinced but at least I can sense a bit more humanity now."