Transformation: Eren First

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.

And as the surviving soldiers watched the impossible Titan raise its bloodied fist toward the heavens, a single, unified thought crossed every mind: The tide has turned. eren first transformation

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. Inside the Titan’s steaming, caustic stomach, Eren was

Silence.

And the weapon was about to fire. On the battlefield, chaos reigned. Armin, wracked with guilt over abandoning his friend, stood frozen. Mikasa Ackerman, the world’s deadliest soldier, had just carved through a dozen Titans with cold, suicidal fury after learning of Eren’s death. Her will to live had snapped like a dry twig. He felt the acids beginning to eat away

Images exploded behind his eyes: a key on a chain, a basement, a father’s desperate injection. “Their memories will teach you how to use this power…” The words of Grisha Yeager, buried deep in his subconscious, suddenly made horrific, crystalline sense. Eren wasn't just a soldier. He was a weapon.

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.