Eren - First Transformation

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

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. eren first transformation

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

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. Armin, wracked with guilt over abandoning his friend,

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.