The world was ending. Burning around him and his family. New York was gone, slowly buildings were crumpling and becoming glittering, red sand, and the buildings grew fewer and fewer each day.

The Hamatos struggled to find shelter every day, with everyone doing their part. They kept to the sewers, pulling survivors into their fold, managing to keep as many people safe as they could find, forming the beginnings of a resistance against the Krang's invasion—against the apocalypse.

Currently, Leo was on the surface, fighting to save another group with the help of his older brother—who sometimes still acted like the leader, though Leo was glad for it in such... difficult times.

As he portal-sliced his way through one Krang, another managed to wrap it's disgusting tendrils around his arm, preparing to attack him.