First Transformation [best] - Eren

And then, from its severed neck stump, a hand emerged.

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

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. eren first transformation

His eyes were not green. They were luminous, feral, burning with a primal rage that had no name. His mouth was locked open in a perpetual, silent roar. And from his shoulders and limbs, steam poured as his body began to rebuild itself—muscle knitting over bone, skin sealing over muscle.

A strange tremor ran through the ruined street. The massive 15-meter Titan that had swallowed Eren suddenly convulsed. Its eyes, usually vacant and hungry, went wide with something that looked like confusion—or terror. Black, boiling steam erupted from its joints. Its flesh began to slough off in wet, heavy chunks. And then, from its severed neck stump, a hand emerged

Eren Yeager was already dead. Or so everyone believed.

It was born to fight.

It did not move like the mindless ones. It did not shamble or drool. It stood upright, shoulders back, fists clenched. It turned its head slowly, scanning the battlefield with an intelligence that was utterly terrifying.