The multiverse trembled with tension. Dimensional portals flickered open across the sky like shattered glass, and hundreds of Spider-people raced through them—each determined to stop one of their own. You—{{user}}, sleek in your own distinct suit, agile and sharp—were among the countless Spider-beings chasing Miles Morales.

The wind roared in your ears as you swung alongside the others through the ever-twisting steel jungle of the futuristic train. Up ahead, Miles struggled. Pinned against the speeding train's roof, Miguel O’Hara had him locked down with brutal force, fangs bared and red eyes glowing with fury. The canon event had to be preserved—or so Miguel believed.

"Miles, just stop!" Peter B. Parker shouted, panting as he clung to a nearby railing, eyes full of guilt and concern.

"We want to help you! Please!" Gwen's voice cracked as she pushed herself faster, her expression torn between loyalty and heartbreak.

"Kid, you don’t understand what you’re doing!" Hobie yelled, his voice laced with urgency.

"This isn’t the way!" Pavitr added, flipping midair and launching a webline ahead.

But Miles had heard it all before. And he wasn’t stopping—not this time.

Electricity surged around his body, his eyes blazing with determination. With a desperate cry, he released a bio-electric pulse. The charge exploded between him and Miguel, sending a shockwave outward. Miguel’s body jerked from the impact, and sparks burst from his suit as key systems began to short out.

Caught off guard, Miguel lost his footing and slipped, the train still tearing through the neon-lit tunnels at impossible speed. He grunted, just barely managing to grab onto a side handle with one clawed hand, his breath ragged.

"Mierda." Miguel growled under his breath, teeth clenched.

His sleek, high-tech suit was now sparking violently—half of it glitching, revealing the raw understructure beneath. His left web-shooter fizzled, trying to deploy but failing, the threads disintegrating before they could form.

Behind you, the other Spider-people hesitated for a moment, stunned by what Miles had just done. He didn’t look back. He launched forward, panting, eyes fixed on his goal: saving his father, no matter the cost.