The battlefield was chaos incarnate.
Smoke and flames twisted into the sky as Nomu after Nomu fell beneath the combined might of the heroes. Yet, the war was far from over. Screams of civilians still filled the air as students and lower-tier heroes rushed to evacuate them. Heroes bled, their bodies battered and bruised, but their spirits unbroken.
Endeavor, flames roaring with the ferocity of an inferno, clenched his teeth as he pushed himself harder.
"PLUS—ULTRA!!" he roared, hurling a concentrated jet of flame at the Nomu that had been his bane, its hide resistant, its muscles adapting to every burn. But Endeavor was not one to yield. With a searing explosion, he slammed into the creature, engulfing it in a spiral of blue-hot fire.
"GYAAAAAAH!!" the Nomu screeched, its regeneration lagging for the first time under the sheer intensity of Endeavor's onslaught.
"Burn to ash!!" Endeavor growled, driving his flames deeper, ignoring the backlash on his own body. His arms trembled, his skin blistered under the reflected heat, but still, he poured every ounce of power into the attack.
Finally, the Nomu's grotesque form crumbled into a charred husk.
But victory came at a cost. Endeavor staggered, coughing violently, blood flecking his lips. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to one knee, panting heavily.
"Tch… not yet…!" he rasped, forcing himself up, but his vision swam. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep fighting.
Elsewhere, Edgeshot blurred through the battlefield, his form a living needle weaving between Nomus. He pierced vital points with precision, but even he was not invincible. One of the Nomus with rubber-like elasticity caught his arm mid-strike, flinging him hard into the stadium wall.
"ARGH—!" Edgeshot grunted, blood splattering across the debris. He barely twisted away before another Nomu lunged at him.
Best Jeanist, threads snapping like steel cables, restrained another Nomu, but its adaptive muscles flexed, shredding the bindings. His eyes narrowed in grim determination as he forced more fibers from his uniform into the fray.
"Stay down!" Jeanist commanded, forcing the threads tighter, strangling the Nomu's airflow.
The stadium shook under the might of the battles. Explosions thundered across the arena, smoke billowing into the air. Panicked civilians were herded away by young hero students, faces pale, eyes wide as they witnessed the hell unfolding before them.
"Sensei, are the pro heroes-- losing?!" one of the students stammered, voice quivering.
"Keep moving!" another snapped, barely keeping the fear out of their voice.
Tears welled in some of the younger students' eyes as they saw their idols bleeding and battered, fighting just to survive.
But then—A deep, ground-splitting BOOOOM! shook the stadium as a massive portal tore open in the ground like the mouth of hell itself.
The air grew dense, suffocating. Civilians stumbled in terror, pro heroes froze mid-combat, and students felt their knees weaken. Even the bravest among them struggled to keep their composure.
All Might's eyes narrowed, sweat beading on his brow as a chill ran down his spine. Gran Torino's expression twisted with horror.
"N-no" Gran Torino whispered, breath hitching.
"It can't be."
From the portal emerged a figure cloaked in malevolence itself. His very presence seemed to smother hope like a dying flame.
All For One.
Every heartbeat in the arena felt like a drum of doom.
"Finally," All For One's voice echoed, smooth yet terrifying.
"The perfect stage."
Gasps and screams erupted among the crowd. Some civilians collapsed, unable to bear the oppressive aura. The heroes who had been fighting desperately against the Nomus could only spare a glance—faces drained of colour.
All Might's heart thundered in his chest. His fists clenched at his sides, his breath caught.
"You!" he growled, the weight of recognition crashing down on him.
All For One's cold gaze swept across the battlefield, lingering mockingly on the struggling heroes.
"So much effort , wasted." All For One mused, his voice smooth yet venomous.
"Heroes, scrambling like insects, fighting a battle they were never meant to win."
His gaze landed on All Might, and a wicked smile curled beneath his mask.
"Toshinori" All For One addressed him directly, relishing the reaction.
"We meet again."
All Might stepped forward, chest heaving, the symbol of peace standing defiant even as his own strength waned.
"Why are you doing this?!" All Might bellowed, voice shaking the heavens.
"What have you done to Japan?!"
All For One's response was a low, chilling laugh.
"Because chaos," he replied smoothly, "is the cradle of a new order. Heroes have grown complacent. The people's faith--- misplaced."
He chuckled, low and malicious, as if savouring the dread settling over the battlefield.
"But first-" All For One raised his hand, and a storm of quirk energy swirled around him.
"Let me remind you why I am called the Symbol of Fear."
With a blast of dark power, he surged forward toward All Might, faster than any eye could follow. All Might barely brought up his guard in time.
BOOM!!
Their clash cracked the earth beneath them, sending shockwaves across the stadium. The force hurled debris into the air, winds buffeting the already ruined field.
"HAH!!" All Might shouted, driving his fist into All For One's defence.
All For One countered with brutal precision, quirk tendrils erupting from his arm to absorb the blow and lash out in return.
"Impossible—!" All Might grimaced as a tendril clipped his side, searing pain lancing through him.
They exchanged a flurry of blows, each strike echoing like thunderclaps. All Might forced his weakening body to its limits, sparks of his remaining strength flashing brightly.
"You will not win!!" All Might roared, eyes blazing with unyielding fire.
All For One, calm as ever, parried his next strike with grotesque ease.
"You think hope can save you, Toshinori?" All For One sneered, driving his hand forward, releasing a wave of destructive quirk amalgamation.
"Hope is fragile."
The blast hurled All Might back, crashing him into a pillar of stone. Dust clouded the air as All Might staggered to his feet, coughing but undeterred.
"For them… I cannot fall!" All Might declared, pushing past the pain.
The ground beneath their feet trembled as All Might lunged forward with explosive speed, the wind roaring past him like a jet engine. His fist, wreathed in raw, crackling energy, shot toward All For One's face like a meteor.
"CAROLINA SMASH!!" All Might roared, his voice thundering through the battlefield.
BOOOOM!
The impact detonated a shockwave that split the air itself, sending debris and dust spiralling into the sky. But All For One twisted at the last moment, dark tendrils unfurling from his arm, catching the force of the blow and redirecting it harmlessly past his head. His eyes gleamed with a cruel intelligence from behind the black mask.
"So predictable, All Might!" All For One sneered, his voice reverberating like a demonic echo. Without missing a beat, he countered with a thrust of his mutated arm — a grotesque combination of accumulated quirks, forming a massive claw that cleaved through the space between them.
All Might ducked beneath it, the claw raking through the empty air just inches from his back. He twisted and launched a punishing uppercut to All For One's chest.
CRACK!!
The hit landed square, forcing All For One to stagger back, concrete beneath his feet splintering like glass. Yet, the villain laughed.
"Ha! You haven't lost your touch, All Might." All For One taunted.
"But neither have I."
Before All Might could press his advantage, All For One unleashed a maelstrom of quirks at once — a whirlwind of compressed air bullets, fire blasts, and a telekinetic wave that upturned the ground itself. The sheer force of the onslaught engulfed All Might, pushing him back, grinding him into a defensive position.
"You talk too much!" All Might snapped, thrusting both fists forward in a devastating double punch.
"DETROIT SMASH!!"
The sheer force obliterated the incoming projectiles, cutting a clear path to All For One. But the villain raised his arm, layers of hardened energy shielding him like armor.
BOOM!!
The impact shook the entire stadium, craters spreading like spiderwebs beneath their feet.
All Might gritted his teeth. He could feel it — his power waning, the time limit creeping closer. But there was no room for hesitation.
"I'll end this here!" All Might declared, summoning every last ounce of power in his veins.
But All For One grinned beneath his mask, sensing the desperation.
"You cling to hope like a dying ember, All Might." he mocked.
"Let me extinguish it."
With a horrifying ripple of energy, All For One combined multiple quirks into a singular, monstrous attack — a vortex of dark energy, roaring toward All Might like a black hole.
"THIS IS YOUR FUTURE!" All For One bellowed as he unleashed the attack.
But before it could strike, All Might roared, "I REFUSE!"
In an instant, he launched himself forward, piercing through the vortex with sheer force of will. His fist connected with All For One's face in a cataclysmic blast.
KABOOOOOM!!
The sky split apart as light and shadow collided, a violent eruption that lit up the battlefield.
Heroes and students alike watched in awe and terror. "Is this… the power of the Symbol of Peace?!" one of the students gasped.
"Go, All Might!" another cried.
Yet, even with that ferocious blow, All For One held his ground, sliding back but not falling.
"You will break, All Might." he hissed.
BOOM!
The dust finally began to settle, drifting down like ash from a funeral pyre. Craters scarred the battlefield, smoke coiling from shattered stone and twisted steel. The once-grand stadium was left in ruins, a graveyard of splintered pillars and broken hopes.
All Might stood at the center of it all — blood dripping from his lips, arms trembling at his sides, his Symbol of Peace façade cracked and battered. His uniform was torn in several places, and deep gashes across his arms and chest oozed crimson. He struggled to stay upright, his breath ragged and shallow.
A stunned silence swallowed the battlefield.
Every hero froze in place.
Endeavor, kneeling on the scorched earth, his flames flickering weakly, could only stare in disbelief. "No… even he is…" he rasped, coughing smoke.
Gran Torino's eyes were wide beneath his visor, hands clenched into fists.
"Toshinori!" he yelled, unable to hide the fear creeping into his voice.
The students, still shielding the last of the evacuating civilians, looked on with horror. Uraraka's hands trembled as she clasped her mouth. Midoriya's eyes burned with tears.
"A-All Might!" he cried, desperate, his heart pounding like a war drum.
Bakugo gritted his teeth so hard it felt like they'd crack. "Damn it! w-why is he?!"
Even the seasoned pro heroes, hardened by years of combat, felt an icy pit open in their stomachs. They had never seen All Might like this. Never imagined this day could come.
Amidst the silence, only one figure moved with calm, deliberate steps.
All For One.
Emerging from the thinning dust like a phantom of calamity, his towering frame unscathed, he spread his arms wide, as though presenting the battlefield as his twisted masterpiece.
"Look upon your champion!" All For One spoke, his voice echoing deep and low, dripping with venomous satisfaction.
"Behold how the Symbol of Peace crumbles before inevitability."
He took a step closer, boots crunching over rubble. His gaze — cold, calculating — swept over the frozen heroes and the pale-faced students.
"See how despair nestles in your hearts!" he continued, relishing the moment. "This is the future I offer you. A future ruled by fear."
All Might, though battered, lifted his eyes to meet him. His chest heaved with exertion, but the fire in his gaze refused to die.
"I… will never… let you win-" All Might growled through bloodied teeth.
All For One tilted his head, almost mockingly.
"Stubborn as ever, Toshinori." he said, his tone almost amused.
"But your resistance only sweetens your downfall."
Then, his masked gaze drifted — like a serpent scenting prey — toward the towering figure of Enrai, standing amidst the chaos with an unshaken resolve. His presence was like a mountain, unmovable even as the earth crumbled around him.
"Ah! and you." All For One's voice deepened, turning sharp, sinister. "Enrai."
The battlefield seemed to still entirely as all eyes followed his gaze.
"I have prepared… a special gift for you," All For One declared, spreading his hand outward as if conjuring something unspeakable. His laughter followed — dark, guttural, echoing like thunder in a tomb.
"Something worthy of you.'"
His words hung in the air like a curse, a premonition of the horror yet to come.
The pro heroes felt a chill coil down their spines. Gran Torino stepped forward, gritting his teeth. "What is he planning?!"
Endeavor, still struggling to stand, narrowed his eyes. "Whatever it is-- it's aimed at him." he rasped, referring to Enrai.
Even All Might's battered heart quickened. 'Stay sharp, Enrai' he thought grimly.
The students, sensing something terrible, instinctively drew closer to one another, their bodies taut with fear and uncertainty.
But Enrai, he did not flinch.
His gaze locked with All For One's, as steady and unyielding as the cosmos themselves.
Without a word, he took one step forward, the ground beneath him cracking slightly under the weight of his presence.
All For One's grin widened beneath the mask, as if pleased by the challenge.
"Prepare yourself, General." he intoned, his voice filled with malicious delight.
"Your nightmare is just beginning."
His laughter thundered once more, rising above the broken battlefield as the next phase of chaos crept closer.
The dust had barely settled from the previous carnage, embers of destruction flickering across the torn stadium grounds. Heroes stood, bloodied and exhausted, their breaths ragged, their eyes wide.All Might, battered and bleeding, clenched his fists tightly. Gran Torino hovered at his side, his expression grim, the weight of despair creeping into his eyes.
Then—The sky trembled.No.The ground itself rumbled ominously, and as if reality was cracking open, an enormous, swirling portal — far larger than any before — tore itself into existence right on the stadium floor.
It loomed, monstrous, at least nine meters tall, swirling with an abyssal darkness that seemed to swallow light whole. A chilling, otherworldly screech — no, it was more than a screech.It was a sound that crawled into the soul. A guttural, ear-splitting roar-lament, as if something ancient and vengeful was being unleashed from the depths of nightmares.
"SCREEEEEEEEEAAAAARRRGHHHHH—!!"
The very air warped around it.The remaining Nomus on the battlefield, who had been ferociously attacking seconds earlier, froze mid-motion as if snapped into submission. Their feral eyes dulled, their twisted bodies trembling like lesser beasts before an apex predator.
Fear spread like wildfire.
Heroes and students alike were struck motionless.Sweat beaded on their brows, breaths caught in their throats.
"W-What is that?!"One of the pro heroes stammered, their voice cracking.
"I-it's like nothing I've ever felt-" another whispered, fists shaking uncontrollably.
The students, herded in groups behind protective lines, went pale.
"S-sensei , what is coming?" Midoriya's voice trembled, wide eyes staring in disbelief.
Bakugou's usual fire seemed to flicker for a moment as he gritted his teeth, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end."Tch…! The hell kind of monster is in there?!"
Even Todoroki, who had managed to keep his cool throughout, felt a shiver race down his spine.
Nezu's usually sharp mind felt a momentary lapse of calculation, his eyes narrowing, but his instincts screamed: this is beyond threat level red.
Then—From the depths of the blackened portal, it emerged.
A towering monstrosity of grotesque, brutal design.
Its skin was an eerie, stony grey, laced with veins that pulsed with glistening red light — and glintstone ore, embedded like veins of magic itself running through its hulking frame.
Jagged, crystalline protrusions jutted from its shoulders and arms, refracting the dim light into haunting prisms of ghostly colour.
Its eyes burned a molten, unnatural azure, like frozen stars ready to collapse into supernovas. But worse was the way they moved — focused, intelligent. Not mindless like the others. This was a thinking predator.
The monster's jaws opened slightly, crackling with a low, echoing growl as if tasting the very fear permeating the air.
Two thick, powerful arms, muscular beyond natural limits, swung by its sides.Its body glowed faintly with pulsating energy, the glintstone core within radiating power like a dark star.
Behind it, fragments of the portal crackled like shattered glass hanging in the air, casting distorted shadows across the battlefield.
Everyone could feel it —This was no ordinary Nomu.
It was crafted. Engineered. Designed for one purpose: to annihilate.
And then, as if fate itself confirmed their terror, All For One's voice thundered, calm and cold:
"Ah… there it is. My masterpiece."
"Forged from the might of ancient power and birthed to bring ruin to heroes!"
His gaze shifted toward Enrai — Radahn — with wicked delight.
"Enrai! consider this a gift, from me to you."
A cruel smile curled beneath his mask, and his low chuckle followed, rising into a chilling laugh that echoed across the shattered stadium.
"Fuh…hahahahaha!"
The battlefield fell into dreadful silence, save for the ominous hum of the monstrous Nomu, its stare never leaving Enrai.
Even the skies themselves seemed to darken, as though nature recoiled from what had been unleashed.
Just as the battlefield tried to breathe, the hulking Nomu tilted its head, as if studying its prey — and then, it happened.
A pulse.
An invisible shockwave of sheer, raw bloodlust exploded outward from its monstrous form.
"—GHK!!"
Heroes staggered where they stood, their eyes wide as their knees buckled beneath them.A weight — no, a crushing storm of murderous intent — settled over the arena like an iron coffin. The very air felt like it had thickened into a suffocating sludge.
Endeavor, blood dripping from his mouth, clenched his fists with effort, flames sputtering violently around him.
"This… this pressure…! Damn it…!" he growled, sweat streaking down his brow.
Even hardened veterans like Gran Torino faltered mid-air, his eyes narrowing to pinpricks.
"What kind of monster is this?!" he thought, gritting his teeth.
The younger heroes — Kirishima, Tokoyami, and even Bakugou — felt their hearts race out of control, their bodies trembling against their will.
Midoriya's knees hit the ground with a thud, his breath shallow and ragged."S-So heavy… this feeling… it's like the air is crushing me…!"
Uraraka's eyes filled with terror as she desperately tried to float herself, only to find her Quirk flickering under the sheer mental weight.
Todoroki's ice cracked beneath him, frost spider-webbing erratically as he forced himself to stay upright, lips pressed tight in concentration.
Even the remaining Nomu, scattered across the battlefield, hunched low and growled submissively — their eyes downcast as if in reverence to an alpha predator.They dared not move.They dared not breathe.
It was domination.
Pure, absolute, terrifying domination.
And at the epicentre stood the colossal Nomu, its luminous red-blue veins pulsing in sync with its slow, deliberate breathing. Its gaze remained locked onto Enrai — a predator recognizing its destined prey.
[A/N: Nomu's Pic]
A low, guttural sound rumbled from deep within its chest.A noise that wasn't just rage, but hunger. Hunger for battle. Hunger for conquest.
"GGRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
The roar that followed shattered loose debris across the stadium, rattling the bones of every soul present. Cracks spidered out from beneath its feet, and even the arena's sturdy walls trembled under the sheer magnitude of its presence.
Heroes who had faced death countless times felt it now creeping up their spines like ice water.
Civilians, watching from safe zones and screens, screamed in horror. Panic rippled through the evacuation zones as even from a distance, the oppressive aura seeped into their bones.
All Might, his battered frame burning with resolve, forced himself to take a step forward, despite the tremor in his legs.
"This... this thing is a whole different breed." he muttered under his breath, glaring fiercely at the monstrosity.
Gran Torino's voice came sharp but strained.
"Don't freeze up now! If we falter, it's over!"
But the shadow cast by the Nomu felt as though it could swallow all hope whole.
The specialized Nomu exhaled, its breath like a furnace wind, and shifted its stance.
The battlefield had become its hunting ground.
And Enrai… was its chosen quarry.
The air was suffocating, yet Enrai stood tall amidst the chaos.
His golden eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the war-torn battlefield. Scorch marks, shattered earth, bloodstains painting the once-pristine arena in shades of carnage. What was meant to be a festival of hope had become a graveyard of dreams.
His gaze drifted to the Pro Heroes — battered, bloodied, and breathing raggedly. Some still stood, defiant despite their wounds. Others had collapsed, either unconscious or worse. Endeavor, the proud Flame Hero, lay slumped against a scorched pillar, chest heaving as blood dripped from his cracked lips.
Yet, even in that state, Enrai saw it — the flickering ember of resistance still smouldering within Endeavor's glare.
Further off, All Might — the Symbol of Peace — was still locked in brutal combat with All For One. Fists clashed like thunder, shockwaves rippling through the very bones of the earth. But Enrai saw it clearly: All Might's strength was waning.
His legendary form, once a towering bastion of invincibility, now bore fractures. Blood trickled down his chin, his breathing laboured.
'He's reaching his limits' Enrai noted grimly, feeling the heavy pull of inevitability.
Students huddled together behind defensive barriers, their eyes wide with terror and awe. Some had tears streaking their faces as they watched their idols struggle to hold the line.
Casualties. Too many.Too soon.
And then, his gaze sharpened — landing squarely on him.
All For One.
The architect of this catastrophe.A man whose mere presence warped the morale of heroes, a black hole of malice that devoured courage itself. He stood calm amidst the bedlam, as though orchestrating a symphony of despair.
But Enrai knew better than to let his rage cloud his focus.
No — it wasn't All For One who truly drew his attention now.
It was the Nomu.
That thing.
His eyes narrowed, sharp as blades, as he focused on the towering creature freshly emerged from the portal. Its frame bristled with grotesque strength — layers of muscle armoured beneath glinstone-embedded skin that pulsed with eerie azure light.
The glinstone veins… they shimmered, and as they did, a whisper of something quiet stirred within Enrai's mind.
Something… familiar.
It was as though, for the briefest moment, he wasn't looking at a man-made monstrosity, but at a shard of his own lost past — a remnant of the Lands Between, twisted and repurposed by cruel hands.
Memories of ancient battlefields, of astral wars beneath raining stars, flickered behind his eyes.
'Glinstone' he thought grimly, recognition settling deep in his chest.'They've meddled with forces they barely comprehend.'
The Nomu's aura gnawed at his senses — not merely power, but adaptation. Instinctual, calculating, dangerous.It wasn't just another puppet.This was a predator, forged not just to kill, but to challenge. To hunt him.
A twisted echo of destiny.
And as the Nomu's bloodlust thundered through the battlefield once more, Enrai felt no fear — only the ancient fire of battle awakening within him.
'So, they have brought forth a beast to challenge the lion' Enrai mused internally, tightening his gauntleted fists as lightning crackled faintly around his form.
"Good."
A grim smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the kind born not of arrogance, but of anticipation.
He could feel the glinstone calling out to him. Not in words, but in memory — a shared history buried deep within the earth and stars.
This was no accident.
This was fate.
"So you're the 'gift' he spoke of…" Enrai thought, eyes narrowing dangerously as he took one deliberate step forward.The ground cracked beneath his heel.
The Nomu's gaze met his — primal recognition sparking between hunter and hunted.
The storm was coming.
And Enrai would meet it head-on.