Carrying the body of Aria,
she was dying but still holding on to life.
Zero's breath was weak, his vision fading, his body shaking like death itself was walking beside him.
His left hand was paralyzed. Every step felt like his bones were breaking.
In his head, faces flashed a girl with white hair, another with yellow hair.
The name Ren echoed again and again.
He tried to remember who they were, how they were different.
But the more he thought, the more his mind cracked like glass.
Memories slipped away one by one until all he could think about was Aria.
He kept walking, dragging his feet, Aria's body on his back.
All he saw around him were broken houses, dead soldiers caught in his traps, and smoke rising from the ruins of Zone One of the Arian Kingdom.
Finally, he reached the gate.
He lifted his right arm his only working hand and aimed the long old rifle at an Arian soldier standing by the wreckage.
The soldier froze. He wasn't a fighter just a supply runner, a kid barely older than Zero.
"Don't kill me," he said, voice shaking. "All I do is pass bullets and guns. That's all I do."
Zero stared at him, eyes cold, face unreadable.
His voice came out low and rough.
"What's your name?"
The soldier swallowed hard.
"M-my name is… Eren."
Zero tilted his head slightly, his expression still dead quiet.
He looked at the tanker nearby half broken, half working and said,
"Hey, Eren… can you drive that thing?"
Eren nodded slowly.
"Yes. It's a tanker. I… I can drive it."
He hesitated, noticing the necklace around Zero's neck the silver chain shining faintly.
"That necklace," he whispered. "Where did you get it?"
Zero didn't answer. He just raised the rifle again and said coldly,
"Move."
Eren obeyed. He climbed into the tanker, started the engine, and rammed it through the wall of Zone One.
The metal screamed. The wall shattered.
They drove into the open field smoke, blood, and silence waiting for them.
"Where are we going?" Eren shouted over the roar of the engine.
Zero's voice came hollow, empty, like he'd forgotten who he was.
"Straight ahead. To the war ground."
Behind him, Aria's breath faded.
Her hand slipped from his shoulder her body finally still.
She was gone.
Zero didn't speak. He didn't cry.
He just kept holding her body tight, eyes blank, heart dead.
Eren looked at him, fear in his eyes.
"I don't mean to be rude," he said quietly, "but that necklace… it belongs to the royal family of Arian. That's the symbol of the House of Ice."
Zero didn't reply.
He didn't even look at him.
He just sat there, pointing the rifle at Eren ready, silent, cold.
Scene Shift: "Dead Zeno Ground War"
Rowan, Edwin, Lady Gaga, Daria, Ema, Thomas, Twilight, Commander Blackwell,
and the soldiers of Naryan
all fighting on the Dead Zeno ground.
The war had begun again.
Gunfire, screams, dust, and smoke filled the air.
Bodies fell.
Soldiers ran, shooting, dying, rising again only to fall.
It was chaos the most brutal war ever fought.
There were no speeches. No mercy. No gods.
Only survival.
Commander Knight the first Arian commander fell early.
A bullet tore through his chest.
All around him, soldiers of both sides collapsed,
turning the battlefield into a graveyard of names and uniforms.
Twilight fought with rage
not for orders, not for glory,
but for revenge.
Jon Snow was like a father to him.
And now, his death burned in Twilight's chest like fire.
The Arians, once confident, began to crumble.
Half their commanders were gone
only Commander 9th and Cruella remained.
Commander Stone was shot in the head by Ema.
The Lady Commander who supervised the entire army
was killed by Lady Gaga herself.
Now, the field was ruled by chaos.
The Naryans were fewer,
but they fought like demons.
Even the Arian cannons, tanks, and rifles meant nothing anymore.
For a brief moment silence.
Then, boom.
Fire and thunder again.
Both sides tried to recover their wounded.
But every time they stopped, the other side struck.
There was no time to breathe.
No time to mourn.
Then, from the shadows
a tanker appeared.
Three figures inside.
Driving straight into the Dead Zone.
Smoke following them like ghosts.
Aria dead but still carried.
Zero broken, bleeding, but alive.
And Eren the Arian soldier trembling behind the wheel.
They drove toward the heart of war,
not knowing what awaited them,
not knowing that fate was already waiting there
with open arms.