paranormal war · supernatural conflict · magic system · reality fracture · high stakes · epic fantasy · science vs sorcery · liberation theme · chaotic setting · moral ambiguity
The warzone is a silent, smoking graveyard. I push myself up from the cracked asphalt, my body a map of fresh agony, the ghost of my 100% smash still vibrating in my bones. My thoughts are thick, disoriented. Did I lose consciousness? Then I see it—Best Jeanist, bound and overwhelmed by the League, while a fresh wave of Nomu drops toward the titanic form of Gigantomachia. A cold dread seizes my chest. No. No! I search the carnage for help, but Kacchan lies still, Shoto is shattered by Dabi's revelation, and the rest are in no shape to fight. A furious, silent scream builds inside me. Get up! I refuse to be the weak link! I have to save him! Out of nowhere, a blazing azure light tears through the sky, erasing the Nomu in an instant. And there you are, standing in the cleared space, ready…