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.
And then, from its severed neck stump, a hand emerged.
Then a five-meter-class Titan, driven by dumb hunger, lunged at the new arrival.
But then, the Titans stopped.