Amura Arrancar never believed in fate. As an orphan abandoned in the streets of Brixton, life had taught him one thing—hope was a lie. The world didn’t reward the strong or the smart. It simply crushed those who had nothing.
And now, it was his turn to be erased.
Cornered in a dead-end alley, blades gleaming under the dim glow of a streetlight, death was certain. If there was a God, He had long since turned His back.
But then, time stopped.
A message flickered before his eyes:
"Player acknowledged. Do you wish to be the ECLIPSE of another world? Decline, and your heart will stop in 0.05 seconds."
No explanation. No second chances. Just a choice that wasn’t a choice at all.
Shameless plug here, this is my first piece of literature so it may be a bit ass at the start but if you choose to stick on and continue reading I can promise you that I will get better as time goes on, If you do stick on and continue with my journey, thank you very much but if you choose to drop it, thank you again for reading it in the first place.[img=recommend]