𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 ⌈𝐈⌔𝐌 ✗ 𝔽!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⌋

Chapter 100

CHAPTER 100: Inferno and Ice

The battlefield feels like it's unraveling.
Every inch of ground seems ready to splinter under the sheer pressure of chaos. Smoke coils through the air like restless spirits, thick with ash and the metallic tang of blood. Explosions bloom like dying stars in the distance, their light swallowed quickly by the gloom. The sky is an endless stretch of gray, trembling with the echoes of a war that refuses to end.

And at the center of it all—Izuku, blazing like a dying comet.

Shigaraki, now fully awake, howls with fury—raw, guttural, and monstrous. His body is a storm of decay and power, and beside him, the air seems to warp, bending under the weight of All For One's twisted will. He lunges forward, hunger and hatred in his eyes.

Izuku doesn’t flinch. One For All burns in his veins, fierce and unyielding. The green lightning dances across his body, crackling with intensity as if the power itself senses the stakes. Each movement is precise, each breath carefully controlled. His eyes burn—not with rage, but with something far more dangerous: hope. Relentless, defiant hope.

He meets Shigaraki head-on.

Their first collision sends a shockwave ripping through the earth, tearing a crater into the ground. Izuku's fist slams into Shigaraki’s ribs, the force strong enough to send the villain flying backward, crashing through debris like a meteor. The ground splits. The wind howls. And for a moment—it feels like the tide might turn.

But Shigaraki rises. Instantly.

He brushes off the blow like a nuisance, his mouth curling into a grin too wide, too twisted to be human. His decaying fingers twitch at his sides, each movement humming with barely restrained carnage.

“So it’s true,” he rasps, voice low and deadly, thick with malice. His bloodshot gaze locks onto Izuku, pupils dilated with obsession. “You’re the one. The successor. The one burdened with his cursed torch… One For All.”

He takes a step forward, bones cracking with unnatural ease.

“You’re the one I was created to destroy.”

For the briefest heartbeat, Izuku’s breath falters. Doubt flickers in his eyes—but it dies just as quickly as it came. He plants his feet, fists clenched, spine straight. His voice rings out, clear and sharp like lightning cracking the sky.

“I don’t care what All For One told you,” he shouts. “This power—it was never about domination. It’s not about legacy. It’s about saving people. That’s all it’s ever been.”

The words hang in the air like a promise—and a challenge.

Shigaraki laughs.

It’s a horrible sound, shrill and broken and echoing like madness itself.
“Save them?” he sneers. “Look around you, hero. The world you cling to is already rotting. Heroes are dying. Cities are crumbling. All I’m doing is finishing the job. And you—” he lunges, eyes wild “—you’ll fall with it.”

He moves like lightning warped through a nightmare—faster than before, more brutal. His fingers brush against Izuku’s shoulder. The fabric of his suit vanishes in an instant, eaten away by decay. Izuku twists, barely avoiding a fatal touch. His heart pounds in his chest like a war drum.

And then—they clash again.

Fist meets flesh. Shockwaves thunder. Every collision between them cracks the sky open a little more.

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Elsewhere on the battlefield, time seems to stop.

Shoto stares ahead, motionless. The world roars around him—flames, debris, screams—but it all fades into a distant echo as Dabi’s voice lingers in his ears like a curse he’s tried his whole life not to believe.