“Don’t move!” Gabi Braun’s voice shrieked across the room, her Marleyan military rifle already aimed dead-center at Eren’s forehead. Beside her, Falco Grice scrambled to his feet and instinctively stepped in front of her. “Gabi, wait!” Falco gasped.

"What is this?" Jean Kirstein growled, his hand instantly flying to his waist, only to find the leather straps of his ODM gear present, but his scabbard blades entirely empty. "Where the hell are our blades?"

“Calm down,” Levi Ackerman’s voice cut through the panic like a cold iron edge. Though his body bore the horrific scars and wrappings of the final war, he stood straight, he stood straight, his single eye sweeping the room with terrifying speed “We aren’t in Paradis. And we aren't in Marley.”

Beside him, Hange Zoë was already crouching by the armrests, running a hand over the fabric of the seats. “Fascinating... no windows, no visible doors, and light emanating from a singular glass box in the high ceiling... Onyankopon, do you recognize this architecture?"

“No,” Onyankopon replied. “This is beyond Marleyan or Hizuru technology.”

Then, the horror of the room set in. It wasn't the strange environment or the missing weapons—it was who was sitting in the seats next them.

“Wait...” Connie Springer whispered. His eyes locked onto a familiar girl sitting nearby, a half-eaten potato in her hand.

“Sasha...?”

Sasha Braus blinked. “Connie? Why do you look older? And why is everyone yelling?”

“Sasha!”

Connie threw himself over the seats and pulled her into a desperate embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. Sasha dropped her potato in shock. Across the room, Reiner Braun froze. “Bertolt...?”

Bertolt Hoover stared back at him, completely unharmed, as if Shiganshina had never happened. Reiner collapsed to his knees. “Reiner?” Bertolt asked. “What happened to you? Where’s Annie?”

"I'm here, Bertolt," Annie Leonhart said quietly from the side aisle. Her icy composure completely shattered as her eyes darted between Bertolt, Marcel Galliard, and Porco Galliard, the two sitting side-by-side, staring at each other in utter shock.

"Marcel...?" Porco inhaled, his hands shaking as he reached out to grip his brother's shoulder, verifying he was real. "You're... you were eaten. I saw..."

"I don't understand," Marcel said, looking down at his unblemished hands, then looking over at Ymir, sat leaning back in her chair with a bitter, familiar smirk on her freckled face.

At the front of the room, Petra Ral stared in disbelief at the surviving members of Levi’s squad. Then her eyes widened further when she saw Erwin Smith standing beside them, his missing arm restored.

“Commander... Captain...” Petra whispered.

Erwin remained silent, studying the impossible gathering: Scouts, Marleyan Warriors, the dead returned to life, and Eren Jaeger sitting silently at the center.

His long hair partially covered his eyes, but the crushing weight of the Rumbling seemed to linger behind them.

Finally, Erwin spoke. "Eren," Erwin said, his voice echoing with absolute authority, silencing the chaotic murmurs across the theater. "Where are we? And what have you done?"

Eren looked up, his face devoid of warmth, meeting the eyes of the man who had led the Survey Corps to their deaths. "I didn't do this, Commander," Eren said