The night over Omega Earth glowed gold — not from sunlight, but from rewritten stars.Each one pulsed like a beating heart, carrying fragments of a reality the Eternals were forcing upon creation.
In the Watchtower, chaos reigned. Data collapsed into symbols no system could translate. Faces flickered on screens — heroes mid-battle, half themselves, half something older.
Batman stood in the center, unmoving. His mind was still sharper than the storm.
"Status," he demanded.
Cyborg's voice broke through static. "Strange and Fate are trying to anchor the dimensional core — but it's unraveling. Every rewrite overwrites another timeline."
"Translation?" Bruce asked.
Cyborg hesitated. "We're forgetting our own pasts — and soon, we won't remember why we're fighting."
Batman's eyes narrowed. "Then we don't let memory control us. We anchor to choice."
He pressed a sequence on the console, projecting thousands of moments across the Watchtower — every heroic act, every sacrifice, every failure. Tony sacrificing himself. Clark holding back his rage. Diana kneeling beside a fallen comrade.
"These are who we are," Bruce said. "Not what they made us."
Meanwhile, in the Sanctum Nexus, Doctor Strange and Doctor Fate hovered within a golden storm, reality bending around them.
"We can't stop the rewrite," Strange warned. "The Eternals' energy is self-generating."Fate's tone was grim. "Then we change the equation. Anchor this world not to gods… but to belief."
Their combined power surged — magic and cosmic logic merging into one blinding sphere. Across the planet, mortals began to dream — remembering the heroes as symbols, not divine beings.
The rewrite flickered. For the first time, the Eternals hesitated.
"They resist," murmured the Prime Eternal."They remember."
On the battlefield, Superman faltered mid-strike, Thor's hammer inches from his jaw.He blinked, gasped — and suddenly, he saw the world again through mortal eyes.
"Bruce… I remember."
In Gotham, Batman exhaled slowly. "Then the war just changed."
He turned toward the stars, voice low, resolute."Let them be gods. We'll be human — and that's stronger."
The Prime Eternal's gaze swept the planet, eyes like dying suns.
"So be it. Memory against creation."
The war for reality had begun.Not for power. Not for victory.But for the right to exist as themselves.
The Memory War had begun — and this time, the gods would learn the cost of remembering.