My hero academia: The collision of Fate and Destiny

Season 2 Chapter 24: Prince of Impurity

{Hey guys sorry for the really late update, my laptop broke down and I had to save to get a new one. I tried to write on my phone but it was taking a while. anyway here's the new chapter enjoy}

Destiny's cold, cruel smile sliced through the tension like a razor blade. "Look at you all—so eager, so desperate," he sneered, voice dripping with contempt. "Do you really think you can stop me? I control the very god you worship."

With a flick of his hand, the glowing chains binding Superman snapped and tightened, red lightning crackling along the edges. Superman's eyes blazed red, the fury of a captive god forced into a rage he could not control. His massive fists clenched, and with a deafening roar, he shattered the restraints in a single, earth-shaking motion.

"Break free, my pawn," Destiny commanded coldly, his eyes gleaming with dark triumph.

Superman lunged, his fists smashing toward the heroes—each strike a brutal force of nature meant to incapacitate, to buy Destiny precious seconds. The heroes scrambled, barely dodging, their faces twisted with shock and determination.

But Boston was ready.

The moment Superman's eyes flashed with aggression, Boston's essence surged forward, diving into the chaos. His spirit intertwined with Superman's, seeking control within the titan's mind.

A fierce battle raged within Superman's consciousness—Boston struggling to seize the helm, to wrest control from Destiny's iron grip. Sweat dripped from Boston's brow as he strained against the overwhelming power of the Kryptonian's rage and Destiny's dark influence.

"You're stronger than I thought," Boston gasped, voice echoing in the mental void, "but I won't let you destroy them... not today."

The inner struggle spilled into the battlefield as Superman faltered mid-attack, his body twitching and trembling under Boston's desperate will.

[English cover: My Hero Academia OP 3 " Sora Ni Utaeba"]

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[Music for when the Antagonist Prevails - With no Mercy]

Zatanna's legs buckled under the pressure of the spell, her breath sharp and ragged as she clung to the last syllables of her reversed incantation. The Serpent Binding—a luminous ouroboros of ancient, coiling magic—crackled with strain as it constricted tightly around Superman, who thrashed violently inside its ever-tightening grip. Every movement of his arms threatened to snap the construct in half.

Beside her, John Constantine crouched low, muttering Latin through clenched teeth, his nicotine-stained fingers channeling supplemental runes into the coiling beast. The spell held, but only just. Cracks formed along the luminous scales.

"I can feel him breaking it," Zatanna gasped. "Superman... I can't hold him!"

"We're buying time, luv," Constantine said, voice tense. "And time's all we bloody need."

Not far behind them, Batman stood silent—still injured, ribs likely cracked from the earlier confrontation—but upright. His cape was torn at the bottom and scorched in places. He held a glowing containment grenade in one hand and a batarang in the other. Always calculating, always reading the room. His jaw was clenched under the cowl, but his eyes never left Superman.