The city of Osaka was barely recognizable.
Once a bustling metropolis with neon-lit towers and busy intersections, it now lay in ruins—charred husks of buildings leaned against each other, cracked roads split like broken glass, and smoke curled through the shattered skyline. Sirens wailed in the distance, some drowned by the ever-growing hum of destruction, others fading into eerie silence. The sky above was cloaked in a burnt orange haze, illuminated not by sunset, but by blazing fires and scorching heatwaves.
Civilians who had been evacuated earlier by pro heroes floated silently above in protective shelters conjured by Enrai's power. Many watched from a distance—through forcefields, windows, or cracks in the rubble—as the monstrous titan that had once been Re-Destro loomed in the heart of the ruins. His five grotesque heads writhed like serpents, each letting out snarls, growls, or guttural laughter. His body was pitch-black and glistening like liquid tar, tendrils and whip-like appendages flailing in every direction. Debris stuck to his molten skin like flies to resin.
Down below, the remaining heroes and students of Team Bravo faced him not as individuals, but as a united front.
"He… still talks?" one civilian whispered, clutching a child to their chest, watching wide-eyed from a distance. "After becoming that… thing?"
Indeed, Re-Destro's middlemost head leaned forward, and from its mutilated jaw came a chilling, fractured bellow:
"I'LL CRUSH YOU ANTS!"
His voice rumbled like a broken speaker, filled with bloodlust, yet disturbingly aware. That fleeting glimpse of sanity amidst monstrous rage unnerved even the most seasoned veterans.
"He's... not entirely gone…" murmured Ryukyu, clenching her fists.
"Then we can still stop him before he fully becomes a mindless beast," Endeavor growled. His body ignited with flames that rippled like infernos across his shoulders.
Above the chaos, Shiozaki stepped forward. Her face pale, eyes wide with focus. "In His name… I will halt this monster."
She slammed her hands together. A thunderous crack echoed as vines erupted from beneath her, twisting into a colossal tree-like figure with arms, its canopy nearly matching Re-Destro's towering form. Massive emerald limbs surged forward, wrapping around the demon's flailing whips—restraining them. The sound of vine against tar echoed like the creaking of ancient branches in a storm.
"I-I can't hold him for long!" Shiozaki cried out, blood trailing from the corners of her mouth.
Watching from afar, a young boy clutched his mother. "She's… just a Kid. And she's doing that?"
Shoji, perched atop a crumbled tower, scanned the monster's body with narrowed eyes.
"No clear weaknesses… Not yet."
On the ground, Monoma smirked. Having copied Shiozaki's quirk, he formed another surge of glowing green vines—these ones rushing forward to entangle the beast's legs.
"Let's see you march now, freak! HaHaHaHa!" he snarled.
With Re-Destro's limbs momentarily restrained, Tetsutetsu raced up the vine-tree's trunk like a silver bullet. "Let's see if these heads can come off!"
He leapt toward one of the upper heads, metal fists ready to strike.
Simultaneously, Iida and Ingenium dashed in circles around the beast's legs, their engines blazing. Each pass drew the eyes of the many heads, causing the beast's awareness to scatter, his whips jerking at conflicting targets.
"Now, Todoroki!" Iida shouted.
With his arms outstretched, Todoroki summoned every last ounce of his power. A wave of glacial energy surged from his hands, racing toward the restrained giant. Ice bloomed from the ground like a tsunami of crystal, swallowing Re-Destro whole in a jagged, glittering prison of blue and white.
The civilians watching gasped, their breath caught in awe.
"Did they… actually do it?" someone whispered.
But the answer came too soon.
The ice began to vibrate. A low hum echoed through the ground, growing louder. Then—
BOOM!
A sonic screech exploded from within the frozen mass. It was not a voice—it was raw, physical force. Sound made solid.
Several heroes again clutched their ears. This time their ears were protected but their eyes reddened with burst vessels. The shockwave splintered concrete, and sent smaller pieces of ice scattering like shrapnel.
The ice shattered.
And from within emerged Re-Destro, largely unscathed—though cracked and glowing with heat.
But the heroes didn't stop.
From above, a blur.
Mirko, face streaked with blood, muscles straining, soared through the air.
"Overdrive… LUNA KICK!!"
Her heel descended like judgment itself. It connected with Re-Destro's central head.
CRACK!
The skull caved inward. Black ooze burst from the fracture. The beast reeled—but did not fall.
Below him, now completely engulfed in fire, stood Endeavor, flames roaring like a sun.
"Let this end now!!"
"Prominence Burn: Collapsing Stars!"
The civilians, watching from shelters, wept and clutched each other. Some pressed trembling hands to the glass, muttering prayers. Others simply whispered:
"They did it…"
The sky above Osaka was split by fire.
A pillar of pure RED flame surged upward like a lance thrown by the gods, stabbing through the smoky heavens and casting the entire battlefield in blinding gold. The sheer magnitude of Endeavor's attack warped the very air. Buildings nearby rattled from the heat pressure alone. The earth beneath Team Bravo cracked and rumbled, as if recoiling from the sun that had suddenly bloomed in the middle of their war-torn city.
No one moved for several seconds.
They could only watch—some shielding their eyes, others standing frozen, too stunned to blink—as the inferno raged with godlike force.
Todoroki, standing on one knee, stared up at the blaze. His eyes widened, reflecting the fire in full.
'So this is… Father's true strength…?' But even awe couldn't mask the worry behind his clenched jaw. "That heat... Did he use everything he had?"
Beside him, Iida dropped to one knee, engine legs still steaming. He clutched his ribs, breath ragged, his visor cracked. "What… what power… I could feel the wind shear from here…"
Ryukyu, still partially transformed into her dragon form, shielded a group of wounded students with her wings as the heat wave blew past. Her scales shimmered, sweat forming on her brow.
"It's like watching a volcanic eruption-"
Mirko lay on a broken steel beam, panting heavily, her legs trembling from her Overdrive Luna Kick. "Damn... That bastard... still had a move like that in him," she muttered with a grin, even as her chest rose and fell like a drum. "Never thought I'd say this, but... nice work, old man."
Shoji, high on the wreckage, used his arms to shield his eyes. Even from this distance, the light was nearly unbearable. His usually calm demeanour was cracked with visible tension. "...It's over, right?"
Monoma, vines still trailing from his arms, collapsed onto his knees.
"I copied her quirk-" he wheezed, glancing at Shiozaki, "but his fire , even if someone copies it... No one can release it at that much mastery.... because that's something you can't replicate. Not in a thousand years."
Shiozaki knelt beside him, clasped in prayer, her expression dazed. Her vine-tree had long since turned to ash, scorched away by the surrounding heat. "Such wrath… but guided by justice…"
Even Tetsutetsu, who had been climbing Redestro's body moments earlier, lay slumped against a charred support beam. His metal form had turned a dark Gray, scorched from proximity.
"Holy hell… I felt that through my bones…"
Above all, at the center of the battlefield stood Endeavor himself—still engulfed in residual flames, his body hunched forward, shoulders rising and falling like collapsing mountains. His right arm hung limply, burned and trembling. Sweat dripped from his jawline as his fire receded into a faint glow.
He didn't speak.
He couldn't.
Each breath sounded like a furnace winding down. His chest plate cracked and splintered. His hair was singed. And yet—his eyes still burned, locked on the melting remains of Re-Destro.
"Haaah… Haaah…"
A rasping breath escaped him. Then another. He dropped to one knee, planting his flaming fist into the scorched earth to keep from falling entirely. Steam hissed from the ground as his body heat lingered.
Heroes around him staggered to regroup, each of them still trembling—some from exhaustion, some from disbelief.
One pro hero with burns across his cheek murmured to another, "He's the number two hero for a reason..."
In the far-off shelters, civilians stared through the protective barriers, utterly speechless. Mothers held children tight. Elderly men wiped tears from their cheeks. Some bowed, instinctively, even though they knew Endeavor couldn't see them.
A little girl clutched the edge of the window and whispered: "...Was that the sun?"
Back on the field, silence settled for a moment. Just the sound of heavy breathing. Of flickering flames. Of the monstrous titan's broken groans dying out in the heat.
The cost of their unity, their strength, their rage—had finally scorched a Demon.
But even now… no one knew if it was truly over.
As the smoke cleared, what remained of Re-Destro was horrifying—his lower body, now scorched ash. One massive arm still twitched. His central head was shattered, jaws twisted open in a frozen snarl.
From those burning, broken lips, came one last roar:
"DAMN YOU!!"
It wasn't the triumphant cry of a villain rising to fight. It was the broken, maddened scream of something that should have died but refused to accept it. The heroes barely had time to brace as the noise tore through the air, shaking their eardrums and rattling their already unsteady legs.
"D-Didn't we…?" one pro muttered, eyes wide. "No… no way... no way he's still—"
The dust parted.
Where moments ago lay a burned, crippled mass of ash and ruin—was now a monstrous orb of flesh, bloated and pulsing. Once-sharp muscle had melted into swollen mass, covered in black, tar-like goo that bubbled and slithered like molten oil. Thick tendrils of goop retracted and surged around the form like veins writhing with hatred. His lower half, once burned to ash, had already reformed—regrown in seconds before their eyes.
One of the heads, its jaw shattered from Mirko's kick, snapped back into place with a sickening CRACK, its misshapen mouth mumbling the same two words over and over again.
"Damn you… damn you… DAMN YOU..... DAMN YOU!…"
At first it was muttering. Then screaming.Then chanting.
Each repetition twisted Re-Destro's new form further. Gone was the intimidating titan of stress-induced muscle. In its place loomed something less human—an unstable mass of pure hate, his features bloated and drooping, his skin splitting in places as more black ooze spilled forth. The heroes could see it—his rage literally rewriting his body.
Mirko's cocky smirk faded entirely. Her ears twitched back in instinctual fear.
"What the hell is that now…?"
Ryukyu gritted her teeth. "He's adapting…! Even after all that, he's evolving again—into something… mindless."
Todoroki was frozen. Not from fear—but from disbelief. He had given everything he had into that ice. His arms trembled. His eyes could barely register what he was seeing.'Even that… wasn't enough…?'
Iida's legs locked mid-step. He glanced at Ingenium beside him, who stood equally stunned, visor cracked and shaking. "He's healing… in real time… W-We didn't stop him. We only delayed him!"
Shiozaki, gasping from exhaustion, fell to her knees as vines began to decay and disintegrate beside her. "Divine mercy... what… manner of sin have we summoned…"
Shoji's eyes darted, watching the regenerating limbs with horror. "There's no limit… He's no longer a villain… He's turning into a quirk singularity…"
And Endeavor, the man who had given it all, remained crouched in the center, teeth clenched so hard blood trickled from his gums. His flames sputtered around him, licking upward without form. His whole body screamed from overuse.
He could barely lift his head.
But when he did, and saw the rebirth of the beast before him—he didn't speak. He only narrowed his eyes in fury."Still not dead... then I'll burn you again…"
But even the mightiest among them felt it now—the shadow of despair beginning to slither over their shoulders. For all their teamwork, for all their combined strength and sacrifice… the monster only grew stronger.
In the distance, civilians watched from behind reinforced bunkers, clutching each other. A boy who had just cheered at the fire pillar now trembled beside his mother, whispering,"…why isn't it over?"
Heroes glanced at one another—panting, injured, spent—but forced themselves to rise. Even in despair, they had to face it.
The black mass rose like an infection, howling:"DAMN YOUUU ALLLLLLLLLL!"
A massive black arm, bloated and veined, came slamming down from above with bone-crushing speed—an oblong appendage dripping with tar-like sinew, looking more like a fleshy wrecking ball than a limb. It came down with the sound of a mountain collapsing.
CRASH!
It struck a hero.
He hadn't even screamed. There was no time. A veteran pro—Arma ; No.117 , respected, and standing right beside Todoroki—was instantly reduced to a pulp of crushed bone and torn muscle, the impact leaving behind a crater soaked in blood and burnt flesh. The force sent shockwaves through the cracked pavement, causing rubble to quake around them.
Todoroki didn't even flinch at first. He just stood there, lips slightly parted, face pale and empty. Then his head slowly turned… and his eyes landed on what was left. An unrecognizable mess of red and armor. His mind blanked. His stomach twisted. He couldn't breathe. That had been someone. Someone real. Someone strong.
And now… there was nothing.
His legs wouldn't move. His arms hung limp at his sides. His quirk didn't matter here. Not against this.
Then—
"MOVE, DAMMIT!"
A flash of white fur, bloodied muscle, and blinding speed blurred across his vision.
Mirko shot into frame, her foot colliding with a second massive hand that had lunged toward Todoroki like a falling meteor. The impact knocked her back several meters, but it deflected the strike. Cracks split the street where the hand landed—right where Todoroki had been standing.
She landed in a low crouch, panting heavily, eyes blazing but visibly shaken.
"HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER, KID!" she barked, spitting blood from her mouth. "You freeze now, and you're next."
Todoroki's body finally jerked with breath, a jolt like lightning snapping down his spine. He met her eyes—still shaking—and nodded ever so slightly. Mirko didn't wait. She launched herself again toward the monstrosity, leaving Todoroki staring down at the blood soaking into his shoes.
All around them, the war resumed. But inside Todoroki, something cracked.
The fire within was trembling—but not out.
Not yet.
The gruesome death had been so sudden, so violent, that it took a full few seconds for anyone to process what had happened. One second, the pro hero had been standing strong—battle-worn but alive—and the next, he was gone, crushed beyond recognition by that colossal hand that had come out of nowhere. No warning. No sign. Just obliteration.
The blood had sprayed across the pavement, painting Todoroki's boots and splattering the rubble around him. Heroes turned, eyes wide, jaws slack. Some gasped.
Others fell to one knee in sheer disbelief. Even the grizzled veterans stood frozen. A few younger students—still holding their position at a distance—choked back bile as they realized what they had just seen. They had trained for death, had witnessed it in simulations, but this? This was beyond comprehension.
There was no grace in it. No dignity. Just brutal, monstrous execution. Iida's hand gripped tighter around his thighplate, eyes wide and lips trembling. Shoji lowered his head, teeth clenched so hard they bled. Shiozaki muttered a prayer through trembling lips.
Nighteye silent , 'I can't foresee what's going to happen now- Am I going to die here?'
Children, previously rescued and sheltered behind half-toppled buildings, had their tiny hands clamped over their mouths, their wide eyes trembling. Some began to cry. Others looked to their guardians and student heroes for reassurance—only to find none.
Shinzo stood frozen, his capture scarf limp by his side.
Mandalay, blood on her cheek and chest heaving, gritted her teeth. "No… not again…"
Ibara Shiozaki, still weakened from her effort to bind Redestro with her divine vines, watched as the remains of the fallen hero were absorbed into the debris. Her lip quivered, hands trembling, and she sank down next to Shoji who had to grip her shoulder to stop her from fainting.
The civilian shelter, although distanced from the battlefield, erupted in gasps and cries as the live feeds caught a glimpse of the hand and what followed. One girl turned away and screamed, burying herself in her father's chest.
"Is it over?! Are we next?!" cried a teenage boy, pulling at his older sister's jacket.
Then came the roar.
"NOOOOO!!!"
The scream shattered the stunned quiet like a cannon blast. It was Endeavor, and this time, his voice didn't carry authority or control—it was pure, unfiltered rage… and grief. He stood over the smouldering pavement, flames exploding from every pore of his body like a wildfire unable to be tamed. His arms were trembling, fists clenched so tightly that they bled through the cracks in his gloves. The fire around his face flared with dangerous instability, no longer regal or tempered—this was the flame of a man burning alive from the inside.
"You… YOU BASTARD!" he roared at Re-Destro's bloated, twitching form, his voice cracking from fury. "He had a family! He fought for this country! AND YOU—!"
His boot stomped into the earth, and the concrete split beneath him.
"YOU TOOK HIM!YOU TOOK HIM LIKE NOTHING!!"
Even as the others remained stunned, that one shout—filled with raw, human agony—was a spark. The pro heroes began regaining focus, teeth gritting, eyes narrowing. The students' fear twisted into anger. The civilians watching from shelter screens clenched their fists, some even crying. This wasn't just a monster to defeat anymore.
Redestro's grotesque form moved again, shifting one of his giant malformed arms with a guttural roar. The motion alone sent out a wave of violent debris like shrapnel fired from a cannon. Rubble launched in all directions, smashing through wrecked structures and tearing into the already scarred streets of Osaka.
A slab of concrete struck Mirko mid-leap. Her body twisted unnaturally as she hit the ground hard. The earth cracked beneath her, and a jagged scream tore from her throat. Her legs—once symbols of unstoppable force—now lay limp and broken beneath her. Blood pooled as her hands clawed at the dirt, trying to stand. But her body refused.
Nearby, students shouted in panic—some rushing to her, others backing away instinctively from the storm of destruction.
A sharp piece of rebar screamed through the air and slammed straight into Iida's chest. The force of it threw him back like a ragdoll, slamming him hard against the side of a crumbling wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he collapsed with a choked gasp.
"IIDA!" Ingenium's voice cracked with panic as he witnessed his younger brother disappear in the cloud of smoke and stone. His body was already moving—feet digging into the fractured asphalt, lungs burning—charging straight into danger with no thought of himself.
But the storm hadn't passed yet.
Another chunk of twisted steel spiralled toward Shiozaki. Her eyes widened, too drained to move, her vines barely rising in defence.
"Look out!!"
Monoma's voice rang out just before his body crashed into hers, shielding her from the lethal blow. It struck his back with a sickening thud. He hit the ground, shielding Shiozaki under his weight. His blood pooled on the gravel beneath them before he went still—unconscious, maybe worse.
Everywhere was panic. Fear. Heroes pushed to their limits. Students beaten and bloodied. Screams of the wounded echoed against fallen concrete and melted glass. Even the air itself began to change.
Suddenly,
The temperature, already hot from battle, started climbing. 30 degrees. 40. 60. In seconds, it climbed to over 100 degrees Celsius in the surrounding area—enough to make the metal on collapsed cars hiss and bubble.
But at the epicentre—at the heart of the ruined city block—stood one man.
Endeavor.
His flames weren't merely burning anymore. They raged like a miniature sun. Fire coiled around him in impossible spirals, no longer orange but white-blue with fury. The temperature at his feet had exceeded 2,000 degrees Celsius. The very asphalt cracked and turned molten beneath him.
His shoulders rose and fell in ragged, furious breaths. His eyes—once fierce and human—now glowed like twin furnaces locked onto Redestro. The number one hero wasn't just angry.
He was incandescent.
Endeavor didn't sprint. He didn't leap.
He ascended.
Like a rocket igniting, the fire around his legs blasted downward, and the force of it launched him straight into the sky—soaring directly under the towering monstrosity of Redestro. A trail of molten fire followed him like the tail of a meteor.
And in that moment, every eye turned skyward.
Every battered soul—pro, student, and civilian alike—felt a new pressure in the air. A signal.
The fire hadn't gone out yet.