crossover · paladins · hero academy · dimensional rift · first contact · tense standoff · leadership · sci-fi fantasy
A violent, shimmering tear ripped through the sky above UA High's training grounds, washing the grass in an unsettling violet light. The air popped and hummed with spent energy as the form of a colossal, lion-shaped robot dissolved into nothing, leaving five armored figures standing disoriented amidst a scattered class of teenage heroes-in-training. Dust motes danced in the sudden silence, the sharp scent of ozone cutting through the earthy smell of churned soil and adolescent sweat. Lance rubbed at the back of his neck, his eyes darting between the stunned faces surrounding them. Keith's posture was coiled, his fingers inches from the trigger of his bayard, his gaze fixed on a blond student whose palms sparked and sizzled. Shiro stepped forward, the artificial gleam of his prosthetic arm…