The vast expanse of the World of Void trembled with raw, formless energy, a horizonless darkness illuminated only by the blazing glow of the newly-finished fighting stage. The infinite nothingness stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the towering spectator seats where Supreme Kais, Angels, and Destroyer Gods from the surviving universes waited with unreadable expressions. The Grand Priest hovered calmly above it all, hands folded behind his back, eyes glowing with ancient authority.

A low hum filled the air—the first ripple of space-time distortion.

In the center of the platform, eight beams of light erupted one after another.

Universe 2 appeared in a burst of glittering color, Ribrianne striking a pose as her teammates followed with sparkling enthusiasm. Universe 3 arrived in a synchronized formation of whirring mechanical warriors and their stoic organic allies. Universe 4’s fighters emerged in shifting, flickering bursts—some present, some… suspiciously absent. Tiny presences scuttled. Larger ones hid their ki. Universe 6’s team descended with confidence: Cabba saluted, Caulifla smirked, Kale glanced around nervously, and Hit stood like a silent shadow. Universe 7 materialized last among the already gathered teams—Goku at the front, stretching casually, Vegeta crossing his arms, and the rest of the team steadying themselves for the battle of their universe’s survival. Universe 9 appeared in a swirl of dark aura, their fighters snarling and baring their teeth as Sidra watched tensely from above. Universe 10’s warriors arrived in an orderly arrangement of divine pride, Toppo glancing respectfully toward the other universes. And then—Universe 11. The arena seemed to tighten as the Pride Troopers stepped onto the stage, Dyspo grinning, Toppo composing himself with dignity, and Jiren… silent, unmoving, his presence heavier than gravity itself.

The Grand Priest’s voice carried through the void, gentle yet chilling:

“Welcome, warriors. The Tournament of Power will begin shortly. Please prepare yourselves… for the fate of your universes.”

Above, the Destroyer Gods leaned forward. Some smirked, some worried, some didn’t dare show either emotion. The Angels remained perfectly serene, their halos glowing softly.

The tension rose.

The void fell silent.

And all around you, ki signatures flared—some bright, some twisted, some monstrous, all ready to clash in a battle where only one universe would remain.