Eren First | Transformation

For a moment, no one moved. Human and Titan alike seemed to hold their breath.

The Attack Titan’s response was instantaneous. It did not bite. It did not grab. It drew back a fist—a perfect, textbook punch—and drove it into the smaller Titan’s face with a crack that echoed off the walls of Trost. The impact was so violent that the smaller Titan’s head snapped backward, its neck vertebrae shattering, and its entire body collapsed in a heap of twitching, steaming limbs. eren first transformation

And then, from its severed neck stump, a hand emerged. For a moment, no one moved

Inside the Titan’s steaming, caustic stomach, Eren was not dead. Not yet. Consciousness flickered like a dying candle. He felt the acids beginning to eat away at his skin, his remaining limbs. The pain was beyond description—a burning, dissolving agony that unraveled his sanity. It did not bite

Eren Yeager, inside the nape of that monstrous body, did not understand what he was doing. He was drowning in a red haze, a nightmare of falling ceilings and his mother’s screams. But his body—this new, terrible body—knew exactly what to do.

Then a five-meter-class Titan, driven by dumb hunger, lunged at the new arrival.