The Force Of Nature

Cold blooded genocide

The dawn broke over a shattered city. What had once been a bustling, vibrant metropolis was now a broken wasteland, its once-proud skyscrapers reduced to rubble, its streets flooded with debris and the scorched remnants of humanity. Hirushima City, the heart of the region, had been turned into a graveyard overnight.

All Might—the symbol of peace, the towering hero who had stood firm against countless villains and calamities—slowly rose from the debris, his legs unsteady, his body battered and bruised. He had survived, but the weight of the battle, of what had transpired, hung heavily upon him.

His piercing blue eyes scanned the destruction around him, and his gaze immediately settled on something that made his blood run cold.

The body of Electro, the number 3 hero, lay on the ground, crumpled and lifeless, his chest ripped open by a wound so deep that it was as though something had punched through him with the force of an unstoppable tide. His once-mighty frame, now reduced to a mere shell, was a grim reminder of the power they were facing.

The battle had been long—too long—and the toll it had taken on everyone was immeasurable. The heroes who had survived, though bruised and broken, were not the same people who had entered the fight. The trauma, the brutality of the night, had taken its toll. They had never imagined such a display of sheer force, and yet here they stood—shattered, but alive, clinging to the remnants of their will.

All Might's fists clenched as he stood tall. His body ached, his muscles screamed in protest, but his spirit was unwavering. He looked around at the remaining heroes, their faces grim and weary.

"We survived," All Might said, his voice hoarse, but still carrying the weight of his resolve. "But at what cost?"

The number 2 hero, Endeavor, stumbled toward him, his once-flaming visage now smoldering with the remnants of a battle that had burned him to the core. His body was heavily wounded, but his eyes still burned with the drive to protect, to keep fighting.

"28 heroes," Endeavor said, his voice tight with fury. "28 heroes are dead. The law enforcement... they're all gone. We lost almost everyone."

All Might turned his gaze to the horizon, where the once-thriving city lay in ruins. The city had always been a symbol of hope, a place where people believed they could live free of fear. Now, it was nothing more than a shadow of its former self. The death toll was staggering. Six million lives, lost in a single night of horror.

The sound of crumbling rubble echoed through the ruined streets as the remaining heroes gathered, their faces covered in dust and blood. Among them were some of the best and brightest—the ones who had fought until their bodies could no longer move. But even now, as they stood among the wreckage, their eyes were hollow, their spirits broken.

"What happened?" asked one of the younger heroes, his voice trembling with disbelief. "How could we let this happen?"

The faces of the others were filled with similar expressions—anger, fear, confusion. They had been utterly outmatched, and the toll of the battle was one they would carry for the rest of their lives. The city was lost, the heroes were broken, and no one could explain the nightmare that had taken place. It was as if they had been fighting against an unstoppable force, an entity with power so unimaginable that even All Might had struggled to face it.

The police and law enforcement officers, who had been stationed to help manage the chaos, were not so lucky. Their remains were scattered across the streets—some had been torn apart, their bodies mangled beyond recognition, while others had been burned alive, their charred bodies a grim testament to the violence that had unfolded.