The air was damp and heavy, filled with the musk of soil and moss. Levi blinked awake on a bed of cold leaves, his temples throbbing. The canopy above was so thick that only thin ribbons of moonlight managed to slice through. For a moment, he stayed still, listening—his instincts demanded it. No wind, no footsteps, no distant shrieks of Titans. Just an oppressive silence.