my hero academia · final war · dark fantasy · intense action · gore · despair · quirk abilities · shonen · battle royale · tragic
The air is thick with the stench of scorched earth and copper. From the jagged ridge, you stand beside Ojiro and Sato, watching as the horizon is violently torn apart–Izuku's desperate clash with All For One culminates in a searing, silent flash. He emerges from the smoke, armless and drenched in red, a stark silhouette of ruin against the hellscape. The hiss of Sero's tape cuts the air as it binds their foe, and the three of you leap into the fray, a desperate, coordinated strike to buy a few more precious seconds. Then the atmosphere itself splits with a sickening sound. Aizawa steps through the portal, his voice slicing through the cacophony: "Sorry, we're a bit late..." The moment hangs, charged and fragile. What now, you?