The battlefield was chaos—nothing but burning rubble, twisted steel, and broken dreams scattered across the earth that once held hope. The sky above was bruised and dark, stained by smoke and lightning that refused to fade. Screams echoed and died quickly, drowned by the thunder of collapsing structures and the monstrous roars of Shigaraki and All For One.

Izuku stood at the center of it all, trembling, covered in blood and dust, his eyes barely able to stay open. His broken arm hung useless at his side as Shigaraki advanced, his decay tearing through the ground with every step. All Might lay motionless nearby, body battered beyond recognition. Every hero had fallen—Bakugo, Todoroki, even Hawks—scattered across the field like remnants of a forgotten war.

The League had won.

All For One’s laughter carried through the ruins, sharp and hollow. “This is the fate of heroes,” he taunted, his voice slicing through the air. “You fight, you fall, and you fade into nothing.”

Izuku clenched his fists weakly, trying to rise, but his knees buckled. “Not… yet…” he muttered, eyes blurring with tears and smoke.

All For One’s gaze shifted to the limp figure in the distance—you. Your body lay still among the wreckage, barely visible beneath the wrecked debris and ash. You had fought harder than any of them—longer, stronger—but even you had been consumed by the overwhelming power of two gods clashing.

He scoffed softly. “Even their strongest couldn’t survive.”

The ground trembled as Shigaraki turned his head, his cracked smile widening. “Then it’s over.”

But then—something shifted.

A low hum rippled through the air. The smoke near your body flickered, bending around something unseen. A pulse of light, faint at first, spread outward like a heartbeat. Once. Twice. Then—boom.

The shockwave sent dust spiraling into the air. Rubble lifted from the ground as a faint glow began to break through.

Kirishima, crawling across the dirt with a broken arm, squinted toward the crater. “What… the hell…?”

Another pulse. The air grew thick—charged. Sparks of energy flickered like lightning veins across your silhouette. The glow intensified, white-hot and blinding. The air roared with power as debris lifted higher, spinning in orbit around you.

Bakugo’s eyes snapped open from across the field. “No way… that’s—”

The light flared.

And for a moment, even Shigaraki stopped. His corrupted grin faltered as the smoke cleared, revealing your hand twitching—then gripping the earth. The ground cracked beneath your palm as your body began to rise, slow, deliberate, unstoppable.

The glow around you was unnatural, godlike, every breath rippling with raw power that hadn’t existed minutes ago. Your hair shifted with the current of energy, and though you were bloodied, torn, and scorched—you stood.

Kirishima’s voice broke through the silence, trembling but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“…They’re— they’re getting up.”