Sixteen contestants. One arena. Only one can survive.
Eren's heart pounded in his chest as the dim lights of the Shattered Arena flickered above him. The massive stone walls stretched up to the sky, disappearing into an impenetrable void. The ground beneath his feet shifted between realms—one moment, a lava field; the next, a frozen wasteland. It was impossible to predict what would come next.
"Ready, contestant #7," a cold voice announced through the speakers. "The trial will begin in ten seconds."
Eren gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. This wasn't just a tournament. It was a battle for survival. And not just any survival. He'd been forced into this interdimensional nightmare by the mysterious force that ran the Arena. There was no escaping. The arena's rules were simple: win, or die.
The floor cracked open beneath his feet, and a torrent of flames burst from the ground. Eren leaped back, barely avoiding the inferno. In the distance, other contestants screamed as they were consumed by the flames.
A figure appeared before him. A tall, armored man wielding a massive warhammer. The man's glowing red eyes fixed on Eren, and a wicked smile spread across his face.
"You're mine," the armored figure growled.
Eren didn't have time to respond. The man swung the warhammer, and Eren had no choice but to dive out of the way.