Chaos reigns.

Jaku is crumbling beneath the weight of destruction, the sky thick with smoke and screams. Shigaraki’s awakening was not a ripple—it was a tidal wave. In mere seconds, the city became a graveyard, swallowed by decay and violence.

The heroes are fighting.

Endeavor burns through the battlefield, lungs heaving, flames dimming. Gran Torino darts between debris, swift but slowing. Eraser Head holds the line, eyes bloodshot, body trembling from overuse. And the students—Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto—they’re there too. Young, determined, reckless.

Especially Izuku.

He faces Shigaraki head-on, fists clenched, heart pounding, One For All roaring through his veins. But it’s not enough. No matter how hard he hits, no matter how fast he moves, Shigaraki regenerates. Again. And again. And again.

It’s endless.

The heroes are at their limits. Their bodies broken, their spirits fraying. And Shigaraki—he’s not just surviving. He’s evolving. Becoming something worse. Something unstoppable.

He must be stopped.

Now.

Before the city falls. Before the world follows. Before the cost becomes too high to bear.