30 minutes before
The chapel loomed in the quiet twilight hour, its facade bathed in the pale light. Levi and his squad stood at its threshold, exhaustion evident in their faces but determination burning in their eyes. The journey had taken its toll, but there was no room for rest—not when so much was at stake.
“Stay quiet,” Levi ordered, his voice low but commanding. The group moved silently, slipping through the heavy wooden doors into the eerie emptiness inside.
The chapel was devoid of life. Dust motes floated in the faint beams of light cutting through the stained-glass windows. Rows of seats sat undisturbed, and the silence was deafening. But outside, the abandoned carriage and the ominous row of coffins confirmed their suspicions: they were here.
Armin’s voice broke the silence. “There’s something here,” he said, crouching near the altar. His fingers traced faint scratches on the floor. “These marks… something’s been moved recently.”
Levi joined him, inspecting the area with narrowed eyes. “Help me move it,” he said curtly.
With the squad’s combined effort, the heavy altar creaked as it slid aside, revealing a trapdoor concealed beneath it. A chilling draft seeped through the cracks, carrying faint voices and the distant flicker of blue light.
Levi’s gaze hardened. “They’re down there. Kenny’s men will be waiting. If we’re going to do this, we need to act quickly. No hesitation.”
Hange and the team nodded, formulating a plan on the spot. “We create a diversion. Smoke them out. Once they’re disoriented, we take them down.”
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Kenny’s squad stood in the crystal cavern, their weapons ready, eyes fixed on the dark entrance where they knew the enemy would appear. The sound of the trapdoor creaking open echoed down the stone staircase, sending a ripple of tension through the air.
Suddenly, a wooden barrel rolled out from the darkness, clattering to a halt in their midst.
“What the hell is that?” one of Kenny’s men muttered.
Before anyone could answer, the barrel ignited, erupting into a blinding explosion of smoke and debris. The cavern filled with a dense, choking cloud, obscuring vision and disorienting the soldiers.
Out of the chaos, Levi appeared, moving like a specter through the smoke. His blade flashed, striking down the first soldier he saw before they even realized he was there. Blood sprayed in an arc as the soldier crumpled, and the battle erupted.
The cavern became a warzone of gunfire, shouts, and the hiss of ODM gear.
Sasha perched on a ledge, her bow at the ready. She loosed arrow after arrow with precision, each one finding its mark. One soldier fell clutching his neck, another toppled as an arrow pierced his chest.
Jean moved with uncharacteristic resolve, his blades flashing as he closed in on a soldier. The fear that had once paralyzed him was gone, replaced by the cold necessity of survival. With a yell, he drove his blade into the soldier’s side, the man collapsing with a gurgled cry. Jean paused, breathing heavily, before moving on to the next target.
Hange, meanwhile, zeroed in on Caven, Kenny's right hand woman. The woman was quick, her movements sharp and calculated. She fired her hooks into the cavern walls, swinging with agility as she traded blows with Hange. Her bullets met Hange's blades, sparks flying with each strike.
“You’re persistent,” Caven sneered, dodging a swing from Hange’s blade.
“I'm not here to conversate,” Hange shot back, her eyes gleaming with a manic intensity as she lunged forward.
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Your Wings - Reader X Levi Ackerman
Fanfiction*** Story Completed!!! *** Living in the deep depths of the underground, you have no one to rely on for most of your youth after your parents' sudden disappearance. Unsure whether they are dead or alive, you resort to surviving on your own by lear...
