The words didn't come from anyone's mouth. They rose from the air itself, from the vibration of thousands of ODM gears locking into place, from the clench of fists around triggers.
The doors were fully open now. Beyond the walls, beyond the forest, beyond the fields of grain that would never be harvested this season—freedom waited. Or death. Or something worse.
Then the next titan was already there. And the next. And the next.