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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 and Jace continued walking, though neither of them knew exactly where they were headed. The fractured realms stretched out endlessly before them, vast and unfathomable. The very nature of the place made Eren uneasy. It was like walking through an endless dream, where reality could bend and twist at any moment.

The land beneath them was cracked, with deep chasms opening up into nothingness. Some of these rifts appeared to pulse with strange, golden light, while others flickered like black voids, as if time itself had been torn apart. The air was thick with the stench of decay, remnants of the ancient wars that had taken place here.

"You're quiet," Jace said suddenly, his voice breaking through the silence.

Eren didn't answer immediately. He was trying to make sense of what Jace had said. The deities weren't the creators of these realms—they had only exploited them. And yet, the Crucible had pulled warriors from these very worlds, some even resembling beings from these realms' pasts.

"They're not just random fighters," Eren said slowly, as the pieces began to click into place. "The deities took contestants from here, didn't they? From the fractured worlds… from the memories of all these different lands."

Jace nodded. "That's right. Every fighter that entered the Crucible didn't just come from nowhere. They came from worlds where the very essence of their being was tied to a specific realm. Some were even born from the echoes of their ancestors, warriors who fought in wars long past. That's why the Crucible was able to pull them—because their souls were already tied to these realms."

Eren's mind spun with the weight of this information. The idea that they weren't just fighting in an arena—they were fighting in a world made of memories. And not just the deities' memories. The realms themselves were tied to the memories of entire civilizations, people, and histories.

"So, the worlds… they're connected to the contestants," Eren mused aloud. "And they're not just… arenas. They're living places. Or at least they were."

Jace's expression grew distant as he answered. "That's right. And that's why these realms are so dangerous now. With the deities losing their power, the worlds are collapsing. Some of the creatures still roam the lands, seeking to reclaim their lost power. Some are just remnants of wars long forgotten."

Eren stopped walking and turned to face Jace. "But if the realms weren't created by the gods, then how do they still have power over them?"

Jace's gaze softened, and he exhaled slowly. "Because the deities once controlled these worlds. They manipulated them, shaped them to fit their own needs. Now, as they fade, the connection is weakening, but the influence is still there. And that's why we're here. The realms are fracturing because of the cracks the gods' death is creating. And we're stuck in the middle of it."

Eren let that sink in. The battles, the wars, the creatures they had fought—none of it was as simple as it had seemed. They were in a place where the past collided with the present, where the memories of lost worlds had become physical landscapes. And the deities, though dying, still had a pull over this space.

"We need to be careful," Jace continued, his tone heavy with warning. "The fractures aren't just in the land—they're in time, too. And the longer we stay in this place, the more the lines between the past and present blur. We can't afford to lose ourselves in the memories of these realms. Not now."

Eren nodded, his mind reeling. Jace's words rang in his ears, and the weight of their situation was heavy on his chest. But there was one thing he was sure of now.

They hadn't just escaped a battle—they had entered something far larger than themselves. And if they didn't break free of this fractured world, they would be trapped in its echoes forever.

Fractured Worlds