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Win the battle. Ascend to godhood. Die, and be erased from existence.

Every hundred years, 16 warriors from different worlds are summoned to fight in the Crucible—a divine deathmatch where the last survivor is said to ascend to godhood. Eren Vale is one of them. With no memory of how he got here, he only knows one thing: survive at any cost.

But as the battles unfold, Eren starts to remember pieces of a past he never lived. Whispers of lost cycles. A rivalry he doesn’t remember. And a truth too horrifying to accept: The winner doesn’t become a god—they become a vessel. A shell for the dying deities who orchestrated the game.

Now, Eren must do the impossible—not just survive, but break the cycle before it claims him once again.

Ascension Wars: Death’s Arena

The half-formed god staggered back, ichor spilling from its wound. It was a monstrous fusion of broken divinity—its form skeletal, incomplete, like a corpse of a god that never finished dying. Its elongated arms twisted unnaturally, fingers tipped with jagged claws. Bone jutted from its shifting body, wrapped in flickering divine energy, barely holding itself together.

And yet, even in its fragile state, it was still powerful.

The entity let out a shriek that sent cracks spiderwebbing through the ice. The shifting faces across its body contorted in rage, some screaming, others whispering in languages long lost. It wasn't whole, and that made it desperate.

Jace wobbled, his body barely holding up. He had landed a hit, but at a cost—his arm trembled, veins glowing faintly. The divine essence was trying to take him again.

"You are ours. You are unfinished."

The moment the words left its many mouths, Jace convulsed.

Eren barely had time to react before Jace let out a strangled gasp, his back arching as the glow in his veins flared violently. His sword trembled in his grip as his own shadow twisted unnaturally.

Eren's stomach dropped. They were taking him back.

"Jace!" He lunged toward him—but the skeletal entity moved first.

Its clawed hand thrust forward, aiming straight for Jace's heart.

Jace caught it with his bare hand.

For a brief moment, the arena was silent.

The entity hissed, its many mouths speaking at once. "You cannot wield what you do not understand."

Jace's head snapped up, eyes burning with a mix of pain and defiance. But this time, he didn't resist the divine power trying to consume him.

The glow in his veins twisted, no longer wild and uncontrolled. His fingers clenched tighter around the god's skeletal limb, and where his grip met divine bone—it began to crack.

Eren watched in shock. Jace wasn't just resisting.

He was taking its power for himself.

The entity screeched, trying to pull back, but Jace didn't let go. Divine light erupted from his body, pushing back the broken god's influence.

For a moment, Jace looked like a god himself.

And then—he turned toward Eren, tossing his sword toward him.

Eren caught it instinctively, eyes wide. "Jace—"

Jace gave a weak smirk. "You wanted a fair fight, right?"

The entity lunged in fury, but this time, they were ready.

This time, they were the ones hunting a god.

The Hollow God's Wrath