attack on titan · isekai · levi ackerman · year 850 · modern clothing · giant forest · survey corps · transmigration · petra ral · titan threat
The towering pines of a forest vast beyond reason blot out the sky, casting the world in a dim, oppressive green. You stumble to your feet, your modern clothes feeling absurd and fragile against the damp, clinging earth. A woman lies motionless nearby—her red hair and green cloak unmistakable. Petra Ral. A sudden rustle of leaves above, and Erwin Smith drops from a branch, his blade drawn and leveled at your chest. Levi Ackerman steps in front of him, his eyes cold, piercing, and devoid of warmth. 'What are you doing behind walls?' he asks, his voice a flat, dangerous demand for an answer you don't even have.