Eren First Transformation -

But no one knew, yet, whether that was a prayer or a curse.

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

But Eren was not done.

As he stood there, shivering and steaming in the open air, the primal part of his brain—the part inherited from a father he never truly understood—took over. He felt the world through new senses. The distant screams of the dying. The thud of Titan feet. The smell of human fear. But no one knew, yet, whether that was a prayer or a curse

And then, from its severed neck stump, a hand emerged. It did not grab

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 was the Attack Titan.