Without a conscious command, a blinding flash of yellow light and heat exploded from his body. The soldiers shielded their eyes. When they looked again, the human Eren was gone. In his place stood a Titan—fifteen meters tall, with long black hair whipping in the heat, a mouth full of razor teeth, and eyes that blazed with the same feral green as his own.
It was not a Titan’s hand. It was human-sized, sinewy, and impossibly strong. The fingers dug into the Titan’s own flesh and pried the wound open like a pair of bloody curtains. Out of the steaming cavity, a figure rose: naked, slick with viscera, and screaming a sound that was not quite human. eren first transformation
But Eren was not done.
The air above the Trost District was thick with smoke, dust, and the metallic stench of fresh blood. For humanity, it was the worst day in a century. The Colossal Titan had breached the outer gate, and now a horde of mindless Titans flooded the streets, devouring soldiers and civilians alike. The elite Survey Corps was away on an expedition. The Garrison was crumbling. And the 104th Training Corps—just boys and girls with sharpened blades and trembling hands—were all that stood between the remnants of the city and total annihilation. Without a conscious command, a blinding flash of
Eren Yeager was already dead. Or so everyone believed. In his place stood a Titan—fifteen meters tall,
For a moment, no one moved. Human and Titan alike seemed to hold their breath.