chapter 44 | war is over

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"You really do enjoy making life hell, don't you, Eren?" The heat inside the Colossal Titan's form is almost suffocating, the air thick and heavy, as Armin moves forward with purposeful steps. The muscles of his massive body glisten in the dim, fiery light, remnants of the earlier explosion casting an eerie glow on him.

Each step sends a tremor through the ground, the colossal weight of his frame leaving deep craters in his wake. Ahead of him, Eren's Colossal form advances, its black hair matted with sleek and ash, its glowing red strengths reflecting the searing heat like molten metal, "Fine. We'll do things your way!"

Armin raises his giant hands, the movements slow but calculated, ready to grab hold of Eren and end this once and for all. His mind flashes with memories—of laughter, of dreams, of betrayal, of war—before he steels himself, his jaw tightening as he prepares for the fight ahead.

Eren doesn't hesitate. His skeletal fist rears back, gleaming with vibrant red and pulsating heat, and swings forward with devastating force. The impact of the movement sends shockwaves through the air, kicking up debris and ash in its wake. Their bodies, are raw and exposed, the remaining light of the explosion painting their battle in hues of crimson and orange.

As their clash begins, the ground beneath them fractures, unable to bear the weight of their titanic struggle. Each strike, each step, reverberates with the power of their shared history, two friends-turned-foes battling under the weight of the world they seek to save—or destroy.

From the back of Falco's soaring Jaw Titan, Levi and Mikasa cling tightly to its shifting scales as the winds howl past them. The world below is a chaotic blend of fire, ash, and crumbling land, but the looming figure of Eren's monstrous form keeps Levi's sharp eyes fixed ahead.

Beside him, Mikasa's grip falters, her breaths shallow and uneven. Suddenly, she lets out a scream, clutching her head as though the pain itself might split her in two.

"Mikasa!" Levi's voice cuts through the roaring wind. His grip on her shoulder is firm, unyielding, "Pull it together! There's nobody else who can kill Eren—it has to be us!"

Mikasa trembles, her mind fracturing under the weight of memories. Flashes of Eren, so young and innocent, sitting beneath a familiar tree with sunlight dappling his face, flood her vision. His carefree laughter echoes in her ears, blending with the devastating reality of the present.

"It's too much! I—I can't take it anymore." Tears well in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she whispers, "I want to go back. I just want to go back home."

Eren's Titan swings its massive fist with unrelenting force, the movement causing the air to ripple violently. The punch connects squarely with Armin's jaw, the impact echoing like thunder across the air. Fragments of Armin's Titan break away, molten red muscle and steam bursting outward as the force sends him staggering back, his massive frame nearly toppling.

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