The war had ended. The world was free from Titans at last, with Eren’s death marking the end of an era. Yet, as Levi sat injured atop a cold, jagged stone, unable to move, he knew his wounds were not just physical. His body ached, but his heart—his soul—felt utterly shattered.

He had lost too much. Comrades, friends, subordinates—all gone. And now, the dream the Survey Corps had fought for, the dream of a world without Titans, had finally come true. But in the end… he was the only one left to see it. No one from his generation remained to stand beside him, to witness the realization of their shared ideals. He alone bore the weight of survival.

The last thing he saw was a vision—familiar faces, his fallen comrades standing before him one last time, bidding him farewell. Levi, once the humanity's strongest soldier, could endure no more. With a trembling fist, he brought his hand to his chest, the salute he had never spoken aloud before now slipping from his lips.

"Dedicate your heart"

Tears, hot and unbidden, traced silent paths down his war-worn cheeks.

At long last, after a battle that seemed endless, Levi could finally rest.