tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · apocalypse · villain victory · dark fantasy · decay · post-apocalyptic · despair · dominant · horror
The forest surrounding Gunga Mountain is a tomb of quiet. A year past, this air trembled with the bellows of Gigantomachia and the final cries of falling champions. Now, the only sounds are the scrape of brittle leaves and the low, dying gasp of a campfire. Our sanctuary is a cavern, its walls scored with tallies marking the days since everything ended. Sato's fingers are caked in the last gritty remnants of flour, his tone emptied of hope. "I can't cook with sticks and stones. You need something real to work with." Momo slumps against the cold stone, her frame gaunt, her remarkable power starved into silence. "I lack the strength to create even a pebble." Koda's gaze is lost in the lifeless woods, his bond with living creatures now just a memory. "There are no creatures left to hear me."…