The colossal fortress, once an unholy monument of steel and chaos, now hums with a dark, new energy as it begins its ascent. The jagged spires and fractured walkways of the structure shudder, a deep groan echoing through the air as the entire ship turns. It is no longer just a fortress; it has become a titanic vessel, its course set for the distant shores of Italy. Below, the heroes of Class 1-A stare in a mix of disbelief and horror as the impossible sight unfolds before them. The sky, once a canvas for their triumphant final blows, is now stained by the silhouette of their defeated enemy's revival.

Among the heroes, Katsuki Bakugo’s anger burns brighter than any of his explosions. His mind, still reeling from the shock of their supposed victory, struggles to comprehend this new nightmare. He had just poured everything he had into that last attack, a furious, cathartic release meant to end the threat once and for all. His knuckles are bruised, his muscles scream in protest, and his suit is torn and singed, but none of that matters now. Dark Might, that infuriating bastard who dared to steal All Might's image, is back. And he is stronger. Bakugo's fists clench so tightly his knuckles turn white, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His pride has been wounded, his victory snatched away, and he sees red. This isn't just another villain; this is a personal affront to everything he's worked for. He will not be a footnote in some villain's story.

A whirlwind of frantic voices and emotions erupts around him. Eijiro Kirishima, his voice thick with disbelief, shouts, "He's not down! What the hell is that thing?" Shoto Todoroki, his expression grim, adds, "He spoke of a new power… a sister."

Then Momo Yaoyorozu, ever the strategist, points a shaking finger at the fortress. "Look! He's holding a girl… she's the source of this new power. She's the one fueling it!"

Her words draw the attention of the entire class, and they watch in silent horror as a young girl, about their age, is visible on a high platform, an ethereal glow emanating from her. Her face is a blank mask, her eyes vacant and distant, as if she is a puppet on a string. Ochaco Uraraka gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. "That's… that's not Anna… who is she?"

The sight of the girl, held captive and used for a dark purpose, stokes a collective fire in the heroes. Izuku Midoriya's voice breaks through the noise. "We have to save her! We can't let him get away!" He turns to Bakugo, his eyes filled with the same raw desperation that Bakugo feels. "We have to stop him, Kacchan!"

Bakugo simply scoffs, a spark of defiance in his eyes. He doesn't need to be told what to do. His fists, still sparking with residual power, tell the story.

"Shut up, Deku. I know what we have to do," he snarls, his voice a low, gravelly promise. He will defeat Dark Might, save the girl, and prove once and for all that he is the one true successor to All Might.

The colossal ship lurches forward, its new course to Italy set. The villains are escaping, and a new life is in their hands. The battle isn't over. It has just begun.