But the World Allied Forces were still the World Allied Forces—hardened by years of training and years of fighting other humans.
No one inside the Walls could have imagined that after waiting so long, what they would finally meet… was something so ferocious, so grim, so inhumanly ruthless.
They wielded new weapons the people inside had never seen in their lives, cutting down Wall-dwellers one after another. And yet—even so—many still clung to hope.
Some watched their relatives and children survive the shelling… only to be killed by those noisy weapons in enemy hands, and they couldn't understand it. They couldn't accept it. Despair hollowed them out.
Why?
Why are you killing us?
People rushed forward, grappling with them, shouting questions into their faces, demanding a reason.
And they received an answer so absurd it felt like a bad joke:
Because you're all demons who commit every evil.
The people inside the Walls were stunned, bewildered.
They didn't even know there were still human survivors beyond the Walls—so why were these outsiders calling them monstrous demons?
But before they could make sense of it, the next second, a rifle blew their head apart.
They fell silently to the ground, collapsing into pools of blood.
The bodies kept piling up.
Those who survived the explosions fled deeper into the Walls in desperation.
Because the allied ground forces had entered the interior, the artillery outside began firing farther away, gradually shifting until the shelling stopped entirely—making room for their troops to push in and begin a massive, sweeping purge.
Their objective was simple: exterminate every person, every living thing inside the Walls.
But the people inside didn't think that way. They believed humanity was supposed to stand together against Titans.
Now a sudden flood of villains had stormed in—stealing the lives of their loved ones, carrying death and despair straight into the heart of the Walls.
Obviously… they were descendants of Titans.
They were the real demons!
People scattered and ran—yet moving against the fleeing crowds were even more people.
The Garrison. And the rear units of the Survey Corps and the Military Police who had stayed behind.
At first, they'd never imagined fighting an enemy inside the Walls.
But if the enemy had already pushed this far in, then the outward charge had failed completely. Their forces outside were likely annihilated.
With that terror and hopelessness crushing them, they initially huddled together, clinging to each other, convinced there was no way to survive.
Then they saw it—these intruders weren't Titans.
They were just ordinary humans.
And that sparked something else: fury.
Watching their homes invaded, their families violated and slaughtered—rage swallowed fear whole.
Why?!
What gives you the right?!
Aren't you the same as us—just ordinary human beings?!
Don't you have family? Don't you have a home?!
Do you feel no guilt at all, killing people like this without restraint?!
With those thoughts burning in their heads, they surged forward in one brutal wave, throwing their lives away without hesitation, drawing blades and grabbing whatever weapons they had.
And not only soldiers—some able-bodied civilians, and people who loved their homeland and their children with all their heart, snatched up anything within reach and hurled it at the invading troops.
They wanted to drive them out of the Walls.
But the World Allied Forces had been fighting humans for years. They had experience killing people.
So even when the entire population inside the Walls rose up armed against them, they didn't fear it—because they had already prepared themselves for anything, including slaughtering women and children without blinking.
Yes. They had been filtered and selected—anyone who couldn't bear to come to the island and kill was screened out.
The ones who landed were fanatical warmongers and outright monsters.
They had no pity for the islanders. They butchered even women and children.
So even when battered by desperate women—by children—they still showed no mercy.
The instant they were close enough, they pulled the triggers in their hands and "solved" them one by one.
Corpses carpeted the ground. The interior of the Walls became a living hell.
The desperate didn't know what else to do. They had no power to protect their homes—so they moved deeper inside the Walls, toward a single direction.
The direction of hope.
Along the way, they suddenly remembered a savior who could still save them.
The savior they themselves had once whipped into a frenzy to imprison—
Roger Eikam.
So they ran with everything they had toward that prison.
In twos and threes, in fives and tens, the scattered refugees gradually merged into a massive tide of people—fleeing, yet all moving toward the same place.
At last, they reached the prison. And at the gate, they all fell to their knees.
Like pilgrims at a shrine, they begged with desperate devotion for salvation from their savior, Roger.
At that moment, Roger sat on the prison steps.
Strangely, though the buildings around him had been completely destroyed, this prison—so crude it could barely be called a prison—still stood intact, without a trace of damage.
Roger sat there, watching in silence as a powerful river of humanity converged and knelt before him as one.
He looked on without expression.
Even as their pleas rose into a single booming roar, begging Savior Roger to save the world inside the Walls—
Roger still looked on without expression.
Until Hange suddenly arrived on horseback, charging in with what remained of the Survey Corps and some soldiers from the Military Police.
She dismounted, stepped before Roger, saluted him, and made the gesture of offering her heart.
Roger lifted his eyes to her and saw that she was covered in wounds—too many to count.
As commander of the Survey Corps, she truly had done everything she could. If she tried any harder, she would only lead everyone to death.
But she understood she couldn't die. If she fell, then the people inside the Walls would have no hope at all.
So, at this final moment, she had to find a real way out—a path to survival.
For that, she would kneel to Roger if she had to.
"I'm sorry, Roger! I was wrong about you before. Now—please, help the people inside the Walls! Please use your Titan power! Lend us your strength!"
As she spoke, she dropped to her knees.
Moblit, seeing the scene, hurried to help her up.
"Commander! You don't need to do this."
But Hange shoved him away.
"Don't stop me, Moblit! Our only way to live now is for Roger to go out and fight!"
She spoke—and bowed her head until it hit the ground.
But Roger still looked on without expression.
Until… the appearance of a girl.
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