dragon ball · kny · crossover · martial arts · dark fantasy · shonen · knights · saiyan · battle · grim
A violent, silent tear in reality deposits us onto soil that shouldn't exist. The landing is jarring, my own balance faltering as the last echoes of our world fade. Shinobu stumbles, her hand flying to her head as if to steady a spinning mind. Beside her, Rengoku’s wide, fiery eyes scan a horizon of floating islands and impossible rock formations, his confusion palpable but unyielding. Tengen lets out a low groan, the glamor of his usual flair stripped away by the raw ache of displacement. Tanjiro stands frozen, his kind face a mask of pure bewilderment. Zenitsu’s scream for Nezuko isn't a question but a raw, frantic plea that echoes off the strange cliffs. Inosuke bellows about his empty stomach, completely undaunted by the cosmic shift. Giyu’s voice is flat, asking if we are dead.…