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The Dragonslayer came off his shoulder in a smooth, terrible arc. “Come take it.”

Guts grunted, adjusting the cannon-arm’s weight. Thinking about Griffith was like picking at a wound that would never close. It bled philosophy and rage in equal measure.

She didn’t stand. Instead, she clapped twice. berserk.manga

Guts turned away.

Guts didn’t slow his stride. “You’re an apostle.” The Dragonslayer came off his shoulder in a

And in the darkness between worlds, the beast inside Guts opened its red eyes and laughed.

The iron bell fell like judgment, crushing the countess mid-transformation in a spray of ichor and broken chitin. The children stopped. One by one, threads dissolved from their mouths. They blinked, confused, and began to cry. It bled philosophy and rage in equal measure

For a long moment, the only sound was the creak of his leather glove tightening around the sword’s hilt. Then he lowered the blade. Not because he couldn’t swing—he’d cut through worse than puppets. But because their eyes reminded him of someone else’s. Judeau’s. Casca’s. His own , once, before he learned that some monsters wear human faces and some humans wear monster’s armor.