╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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The forest seemed darker now, the faint traces of moonlight barely cutting through the dense canopy above.
Every step you took was calculated, your senses heightened as you moved through the underbrush with quiet precision. The sound of your boots against the dirt was muted, swallowed by the soft hum of the woods around you.
Shadows loomed in every direction, stretching and twisting like they had a life of their own.
You kept to the trees, your movements sharp and deliberate. There wasn't room for error. The villains would likely fan out, spreading chaos wherever they could, and you weren't about to get caught up in their mess.
As you slipped past a cluster of thick bushes, the faint sound of laughter carried through the night air. Harsh, grating, and full of malicious glee, it made your skin crawl.
"Man, these hero brats are gonna be fun to break!" a voice sneered from somewhere to your right, the words accompanied by the crunch of leaves and snapping twigs.
Another voice chimed in, shrill and unhinged. "Think they'll cry for mommy? Bet some of 'em will. Hope I get one of those."
You paused, crouching low behind the cover of a fallen tree. Two figures strode through the forest ahead, their outlines barely visible in the dim light. They were clearly villains, their disjointed movements and erratic voices making it obvious they were enjoying the chaos. You stayed perfectly still, watching as they passed by, their laughter fading into the distance.
Once the coast was clear, you rose to your feet and continued forward, weaving between the trees with practiced ease. Every sound seemed amplified—the rustle of leaves, the distant crack of a branch—and your focus remained razor-sharp.
You didn't have time to waste on distractions. The forest stretched ahead like a maze, but you moved with purpose, your destination clear.
Then, a sensation washed over you—like a light touch at the back of your mind. Mandalay's voice echoed in your thoughts, calm but urgent. "All students, return to base camp immediately. Do not engage the villains. I repeat, return to base camp and avoid engaging at all costs."
Her telepathic quirk carried not only her words but the weight of her concern, but you knew the situation was bigger than just running back to camp, continuing on.
Eventually, you came upon a small clearing. The trees opened up just enough to let a faint sliver of moonlight filter through, casting an eerie glow over the space.
You slowed your pace, your eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. The quiet was unnerving, the kind that felt like it could shatter at any moment.
