Eren First Transformation — Upd

But then, the Titans stopped.

He stood atop the corpse of the Titan that had killed him, reborn from its stomach like a dark messiah. The soldiers of the 104th stared in disbelief. Mikasa, tears still wet on her cheeks, whispered his name. Armin’s genius mind failed him entirely. This was impossible. Humans did not crawl out of Titans. eren first transformation

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. But then, the Titans stopped

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. Mikasa, tears still wet on her cheeks, whispered his name

And he hated it.

That hatred did not remain a feeling. It became flesh.

He had been swallowed whole. His leg, severed by a falling boulder, had left him helpless on a rooftop. With no other option, he had screamed at a 15-meter Titan to take him, buying his comrade Armin Arlert precious seconds to escape. The creature’s jaws closed around him. There was a sickening crack of bone, then darkness.