As Eren stood tall in his Founding Titan form, the weight of the world pressed heavily on his shoulders. The chaos and destruction he had unleashed—the Rumbling—was unstoppable now. Hundreds of Colossal Titans marched forward, crushing everything in their path, driven by Eren's singular, twisted vision of freedom for the people of Paradis. His once human form was buried beneath the monstrous power of the Founding Titan, a creature of unimaginable size and strength, its grotesque body towering over the battlefield like a god of ruin.

Yet, despite the destruction he had wrought, there was a moment of silence—a pause in the storm. His eyes, glowing with the primal power of the Titan, scanned the battlefield, searching for something. Or rather, someone. And then, he saw you.

You stood before him, a tiny figure compared to his immense form, but to him, you were the only thing that mattered. The wind whipped around you, your Survey Corps cloak billowing behind you, and your eyes—those same eyes that had looked at him with kindness and warmth all those years ago—were now filled with tears. You held your blades in trembling hands, the weight of your duty to humanity pulling you in one direction, while the weight of your love for him pulled you in another.

He felt the same love for you that he had always felt, a love that had only grown stronger as the world grew darker. But now, that love was tearing him apart. He couldn't hurt you. He couldn't bring himself to raise a hand against the girl who had shown him kindness when the world had given him none.

His voice, distorted and inhuman, echoed in the air, yet beneath the monstrous tone, there was a familiar warmth. "You... you shouldn't be here," he rumbled, though the words were filled with both sorrow and affection. His massive form shifted, as if trying to shield you from the destruction he had wrought, despite knowing it was futile.