The earth quaked with the impact of artillery and Pvt. Louis Macmillan tried even harder to force himself lower in his foxhole. He glanced around and tried to catch a glimpse of the rest of his squad. Three of them were dead. Two were missing, including the sergeant. To say the situation looked bleak would be an insulting understatement. Louis could only think of his pregnant wife, waving goodbye as he sailed off... and the daughter he would leave orphaned if he died here. He clutched at the photo of them for dear life and squeezed his eyes shut to await the end. Then something happened. Even through the haze of smoke and dust, the sun had been visible. But now it was gone. The light had been extinguished. Pvt. Macmillan looked up and saw the silhouette of an enormous humanoid figure. The massive machine loomed over the field like a god of war and Louis felt his face go numb. Two more arrived at its side and they stepped forwards. Louis peered over the lip of his refuge and spied the Titans' German counterparts appear from the gloom. The Titans on both sides raised their weapons, and the battlefield shook with unprecedented violence.