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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

Eren's breath came in ragged bursts, his body screaming in protest. But he couldn't stop now.

The skeletal god lunged again, its jagged limbs shifting like broken glass. Jace blurred to the side, vanishing in a streak of blue light, but the entity wasn't focused on him anymore.

The many voices of the god hissed, "You are the flaw. The anomaly. The one who never remembers."

Eren's grip tightened on his sword. "Then let me remind you what I am."

The god's clawed hand came down, and Eren moved—

One moment he was standing, the next he was somewhere else. A dozen feet away. His feet barely touched the ground before he stumbled, disoriented. It wasn't like Jace's movement—it wasn't speed.

Jace landed beside him, eyes sharp. "Did you just—?"

Eren didn't have time to answer. The entity twisted, its many mouths whispering something in that unreadable language. The shadows around them shifted unnaturally.

Something deep in Eren's mind stirred.

A memory. A feeling.

For a moment, he wasn't here. He wasn't on this battlefield. He was somewhere else—a place of silence, a place of waiting. And in that place, there was something calling to him.

The skeletal god struck again, but this time, Eren's body reacted before his mind could process it.

His sword moved—too precisely.

He wasn't just blocking. He was predicting.

The blade met the god's attack in the exact spot needed to deflect it. Not just reacting—but moving as if he had already fought this battle before.

The entity recoiled, and Jace exhaled in disbelief. "Okay. That was new."

Eren swallowed hard. What was happening to him?

Its skeletal body trembled, its whispering voices turning sharp, hateful. "The one who breaks the pattern. The one who resists the cycle. You should not exist."

Eren barely had time to process those words before the god came at him again.

But this time—he was ready.

The Awakening of the Forsaken