Smoke rose in thin columns above the canopy. Signal fires. Utuhgard was burning.

Ymir sat slumped against the trunk, her arm and leg missing, blood soaking through her torn uniform. Her eyes were half-lidded, but watchful.

Eren was on his knees, arms severed at the elbow, glare burning with enough hate to set the forest alight.

And between them, unconscious and limp, lay Y/n.