Oblast - an administrative division or region in Russia and the former Soviet Union, and in some of its former constituent republics.
The next All For Tyria chapter is halfway written, but im playing through GW2 story again to write it and doing the mission slow to look for details.
CW: Blood and gore, mentioned murder of kids

If you want good formatting and art for this fic, go read it on Ao3, I refuse to entertain Fanfiction . net's shitty formatting options that remove almost all my spacing and special formatting symbols when I upload it.

=VI=

W.I.L.D (World's Inhabitants Liberation Division)
Villain Organization Threat Ranking: SS

Areas of Operation: Egypt, Brazil, Vietnam, Indonesia, China

W.I.L.D. is an eco-terrorist villain organization established sometime after the death of Nabu Akasha in 2135 A.D. The group presented itself as followers of Mrs. Akasha, but unlike the late "Goddess of Flowers" they were not pacifists. They took her words of pacifism and twisted them into a cult dedicated to replacing modern society with one of nature powered by quirks, inspired by Akasha's transformation of Cairo and the rest of Egypt into a thriving jungle.

Immediately disavowed by the Akademiya, an educational organization established by Akasha to foster learning and conservation outreach programs, W.I.L.D quickly found themselves in conflict with the cult of Al-Ahmar. Al-Ahmar, worshippers of the late quirk Warlord Amon Deshret, the so-called "Golden King" of Egypt. The cult of Deshret has remained a constant foe of W.I.L.D to this day, rejecting Akasha's terraforming of Egypt as a desecration, as well as putting a halt to Amon Deshret's conquest of the country. A majority of W.I.L.D's forces are dedicated to protecting Egypt from terrorist attacks by Al-Ahmar while the rest are scattered across the globe.

W.I.L.D's goal is to overturn society into one reliant on quirks and magic, rejecting most modern technology with magical replacements. Their idealogy made them a prime ally for the villain All For One, though their membership has taken a sharp decline since the Symbol of Evil's death in 2237 following the purging of several of AFO's allies infiltrating world governments and several villain groups associated with him.
The current leader of W.I.L.D is Kondo Goro, aka the S-ranked villain Curator. It appears that the decrease in membership has caused Kondo to establish ties with the mercenary and black market weapons dealer group Desperado. [See report: Rome - Ghoul Extermination - 5/6/2242]

A majority of W.I.L.D's membership is heteromorphic quirked humans and quirked demi-humans, along with a few monsters. Efforts must be maintained to mask the presence of non-humans in this organization from public view. They have not engaged in open displays of magic, preferring to disguise their abilities as quirks.

=VI=

[All For One's Domain: All-Encompassing Vault of Avarice, November 30th, 2242]

"Tell me Kurogiri, how has young Tomura's training been progressing?" All For One asked from his life-support throne.
"Tomura continues to improve his hand-to-hand combat skills by the day, although solely against the Doctor's nomu." Kurogiri knelt before his master. "His idealogy is slowly shifting toward yours, though he still harbors immense hatred for All Might."
"I see. So long as his goals are not the complete destruction of society, I see no issue." He'd been worried about Tomura's desire to destroy everything, as it fell more into Chaos Theory's dogma of global genocide. All For One did not desire to rule over rubble and corpses, just the overthrowing of the status quo.
"Yes but… he is…"
"What is it, Kurogiri?"
Kurogiri sighed. Where to even begin?

=VI=

[Kurogiri's Bar, Kamino Ward, Japan, November 4th, 2242]

Tomura cackled as he scrolled through the message board. He was about to win the forum argument, as he had created a meme depicting All Might as a crying wojak and himself as the chad!

"Tomura Shigaraki, it is time for your next training session," Kurogiri informed the young man, the dark clouds covering his body hiding the slight disappointment.

=VI=

[All For One's Domain: All-Encompassing Vault of Avarice, November 30th, 2242]

"Ah… I see. He is still immature, which is natural given his age and the circumstances of his childhood. I know that you can only do so much Kurogiri." All For One reassured. "Tomura must be allowed to grow. I do not expect him to evolve overnight." He did not have time to teach the young man himself, as he had a vast villainous empire to run from the shadows. As it stood, it was better to offload those responsibilities to others like Kurogiri, Kyudai, and Curator, though they had their own responsibilities as well. Truly though, Kurogiri did most of the work, as he had the most free time outside of acting as the PLF's emergency warp gate. All For One reserved him for major operations, as warping across continents took a lot out of Kurogiri.
"Garaki also wished for me to inform you that our spies have received word that All Might is rumored to be looking for a successor. He has been spotted entering U.A. in secret multiple times in the past few months."
All For One frowned, rubbing his mask-covered chin. "It seems that I am not the only one wishing to pass on my legacy to another. How troublesome." He'd been content with watching the Symbol of Peace slowly burn away the remnants of his power while he recovered in secret. All Might was too pure-hearted to retire while he could still save people, the fool. But to pass on the quirk to a hero student, there was a risk that he had found a viable candidate.
It was a small chance, but a chance nonetheless. Yagi Toshinori had been quirkless and thus avoided the strain an additional quirk, especially one as potent as One For All would put on a normal human body. If All Might did find a successor, they would have to be quirkless or possess a body durable enough to survive the strain of One For All, and he doubted his nemesis knew about the former condition.
He'd been content to leave One For All alone. The Council kept them on a tight leash, taking out threats to humanity in the background while they prepared to send them after All For One. He only took action against them once they started hitting his assets, as the third, fifth, sixth, and seventh users could attest. But All Might was different. His years of nurturing One For All turned it into something that posed a legitimate threat instead of a replaceable tool.
Normally, he would not be worried about All Might choosing a successor because One For All's power would kill them in under a month if his calculations were correct. But this year had proved to be quite irregular, with those people from another world arriving and attacks on his allies by Chaos Theory and the Fatui increasing.
He could not take the chance for All Might to get lucky and find the perfect successor. Whoever he picked would be young and likely unable to control the full power of One For All. He knew from the former HPSC President Matsumoto Aki, his pawn in the organization before his death, that the Council considered One For All to be an increasingly dangerous and unstable quirk and had prepared countermeasures to eliminate All Might or any future successors should they pose a danger. Oh, how he would love to see All Might's face if he knew.
"I see. I shall dispatch a spy to infiltrate U.A. as a student." Now that he thought about it, a new user could be the perfect test for Tomura. Successor vs successor, and he could step in and eliminate the ninth user should he prove too powerful. 'And Kyudai has nearly completed the nomu to match All Might as well…'
"I have prepared a strategy for Tomura's growth." All For One startled Kurogiri. "However, I believe that once we start, there will be no going back. With the nomu readying full production I believe the time for secrecy will need to come to an end soon. Tomura's actions will signal to the Council that I am either not as dead as they assumed, or that the supposed remains of my empire have united for revenge against All Might." He explained, knowing what the reveal of the nomu would hint at.
"As you wish my lord, but permission to speak freely?" Kurogiri raised his misty head.
"You may speak."
"Are you… sure that this course of action is wise? Our resources are significantly diminished following the Purge." Kurogiri worried.
Ah yes, what irked him more than All Might's victory and his permanent disfigurement. Following his supposed "death" and coma, his subordinates were unable to properly coordinate with the various moles and agents within the world's governments. If all had gone according to plan he would've ruled the HPSC and Tenryou Commission from the shadows within twenty to thirty years and the office of the Prime Minister would've been his puppet. He'd had agents in high-up positions of governments across the world waiting to seize power and slowly shift the world toward his end goal.
And then All Might smashed his skull in like a grape and everything fell apart. His agents couldn't coordinate, they got cold feet without money or quirks to support their power. They made mistakes that allowed the Council to purge nearly all the allies he'd made and set plans for a warless takeover back over a century. Sure, All Might hadn't been responsible for the loss of his assets in the HPSC and Tenryou Commission, but his actions with the others dwarfed those losses in comparison.

The nomu, the end result of Kyudai's research, had become his backup plan to make up for the loss of his allies. Once they were revealed, the Council would focus on the PLF once put together the connection.
"I have accounted for that, and I have a plan to slow their response, but once Kyudai is able to mass produce the nomu with his global trafficking operation and finish the development of the High Ends we should be able to stand up to the heroes." He contemplated more. "The power vacuum during my years of absence has allowed other organizations to flourish. They will be drawn into the line of fire once they realize I am alive." He had the sneaking suspicion that the Fatui had some inkling of the PLF's existence with the increase in attempted assassination attempts on its leaders. "What we need to do is let Tomura lure All Might into a position where I can tear down the world's Symbol." He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he'd made the same mistake as All Might, making his dreams dependant on one single figure. All For One realized that after everything he'd lost.
"Crime globally will rise due to fear, and hamper their response." Kurogiri nodded in understanding.
"Good, you understand then." All For One stood. "Summon the Cabal for a meeting. We must prepare our plans."

=VI=

[?, Japan, December 7th, 2242]
"Your form is weak, Himiko." The Hero Killer snarled, throwing Himiko across the room and onto the cold floor. "Where is the girl who I found fighting against a corrupt hero in that alleyway? Was the fire in her eyes a lie?"
Himiko slowly rose from the floor.
"Good. Your convictions remain strong." He kicked her knife over to her. "Now come at me again!"

=VI=

[Volgograd, Former Russia territory, February 20th, 2243]

To Curator, Russia's ever-worsening fragmentation made it the perfect place to conduct his illicit dealings. The remnants of Russia's government were still struggling to rebuild even eight years after the fact. The loss of over 80% of the country's government who had been present during the Dark Winter incident left deep scars in the country, but none so deep as the WHA pulling foreign heroes out after the evacuation.
Russia was left to fend for itself, with half their Top 10 dead, missing, or in Siphon's case, mysteriously disappearing from WHA custody. The citizens of Russia were bitter, jaded, and easily motivated by the prospect of change that W.I.L.D offered. While Russia's new president was valiantly trying to piece back together his country, Curator had a different objective of forging alliances with the newly forming countries of Russia's former oblasts.
Unfortunately, his day had been ruined by a squad of Fatui assassins. All but one had been killed, the last suspended in a compromising position by vine tentacles grown by Homunculus's nature magic.
"How did you find us?" Curator asked with an eerily calm tone.
"Иди на хуй!" The masked woman hissed in defiance.

"Your insults aren't very creative…" Curator motioned to Homunculus and the man nodded, beads on his deer skull helmet clinking as he raised his staff. The vines holding her left arm twisted the limb backward with a resounding crack. Tentacles had so many applications for torture, though Curator preferred them as a deep sea delicacy.
"I know you Fatui have your minds guarded by some quirk or magic, so trying to extract the information that way won't work." Today was a rare opportunity because most Fatui agents would've already killed themselves if captured. If he couldn't get someone to read their mind, he would just torture it out of them. "So I'll ask again, how did you find our hideout?"

The red and black-cloaked woman remained silent. She hadn't killed herself yet, so what did she want?"
"Homunculus, again." Curator ordered. The man's staff glowed a bright green and rose-like thorns emerged from the vines, tearing into the assassin's flesh. They coiled around her arms, legs, and torso, dragging the sharp thorns across her flesh and oozing blood onto the stone floor.
"Мы не знали…" The woman whispered. Curator leaned in closer to hear her. "Мы не знали, что ты здесь. Вы не были нашей первоначальной целью."
"What do you mean I wasn't the target?" He frowned. Grabbing the Fatuus's throat. "Who were you after?" Curator demanded. Too late, he realized why the woman hadn't committed suicide. His instincts were the only thing that saved him as the woman burst into black and red flames, turning the vines holding her captive to ash. He rolled back, narrowly dodging a knife throw as the woman's flesh vaporized. Before she could reach his downed form, a fleshy golem tackled her to the ground, melting into a puddle of meaty goo as the assassin crumbled to ash.
"Для лучшего мира…" Her whispers died off in the wind as her body was reduced to nothing, blowing away into a fine powder.

Homunculus held out his arm and Curator accepted the Eco-Warden's assistance in standing. Homunculus's quirk had saved him from a painful demise or crippling injury. "Thank you." He dusted his longcoat off. "You heard her, right?"
The ever-silent Homunculus nodded.
"Well then, we'll have to postpone our meeting with the governor," Curator grumbled. "You there!" He motioned to the other members of W.I.L.D milling about the safehouse. "Send a team to scour the city. They were hunting something or someone, and I want to know what."
The words had barely left his mouth as the door to the hideout exploded, killing the guards instantly. They had nary a moment to recover before purple-robed gunmen began to storm the building, gunning down his subordinates before they could recover from the shock. A quarter of his men were dead before the counterattack began.
"Chaos Theory," Curator growled angrily. "Order a full retreat." Homunculus nodded, flashing some hand signs to one of the other guards. They began to fall back, firing suppressing fire at the incoming men.
Not to be deterred by something as simple as machine guns, Curator transformed his arm and grabbed the nearest cultist, crumpling the man's skull inside his helmet like a bloody can of soda before throwing his body at two more with enough strength to shatter every rib in their chests with his corpse.
A few of W.I.L.D's members stayed behind to cover the retreat in spite of Curator's orders, one summoning a small earth elemental to act as a moving barrier. Curator simply blocked the gunfire with his body. Even untransformed he was able to withstand this level of small arms fire thanks to his quirk.
Were it just this level of resistance, Curator would've pressed the attack. Unfortunatly, perhaps because the universe existed to punish him in spite of Lady Akasha's divine teachings, one of Chaos Theory's lieutenants decided to make himself known.
Several flashes of blue shot out, one finding its way into the skull of the druid standing next to him and pinning him to the wall. It was a glowing energy trident, one that Curator recognized all too well.
Heavy footsteps stomped down the stairway and through the smoke a massively armored man in blue scaled plate armor emerged. "Curator!" Though his face was hidden, the voice confirmed his suspicions on the man's identity.

"Nardis…"

Chaos Theory - Compass Rose South Arrow: Nardis the Endless Trident

"Well, well, well…" Nardis's metallic claps echoed through the room as the Chaos Theory Templars surrounded Curator. "What do we have here? Curator? It's been a long time."
In Curator's opinion, Nardis was the perfect example of "beware the pipeline" for villainy. Once a hero in Greece's top fifty, Nardis- or Triton as he originally went by, started as a hero, then an environmental activist. Eventually that escalated into joining W.I.L.D before vanishing off the face of the Earth nine years ago. Evidently, the man had lost his goddamn mind and joined up with Chaos Theory for some insane reason.
The Compass Rose Arrows, the four highest positions in the cult aside from Akelous himself. They are among the cult's most powerful members, each ranked at least S or above. Their membership consists of Nardis, the Endless Trident, Sarda the Swift, and Gamma the Blighted. The fourth seat was held by Pyscho Mantis before his capture by the HPSC and execution by the US Government and is currently unfilled.

Curator had never met the members of the upper echelon of the cult in person, but from the moment he heard reports about Nardis he knew it was most likely Triton. Seeing him in person finally confirmed this.
"Triton, I won't say it's a pleasure to see you." Curator crossed his arms and peeked over his shoulder. Homunculus had already vacated the area with the others, leaving Curator alone with the cultists. "Here to slaughter another pre-school, I presume."

Nardis chuckled, slamming the hilt of one of his tridents into the floor hard enough to crack the bricks. "Do you really think I would stoop so low to kill pre-schoolers myself?"
Maybe he overestimated the man's devotion to the cul-
"I have these guys to do it for me. Toddlers are great target practice- they can't run very fast." The armored villain motioned to the gunmen surrounding Curator with manical glee.
…Nevermind. There was a reason even Humarise didn't tolerate Chaos Theory. Flect Turn may be a deluded egotistical psychopath, but he at least hadn't gone so far as to slaughter children for the fun of it. Akelous's cult of dipshit murdererhobos didn't have any allies because no one wanted to associate with a group dedicated to the eradication of humans, monsters, and demihumans alike. It was telling that every single member of the cult was either a suicidal nihilist or a complete nutjob who joined to kill as many people as possible.
"No, what I wanted was to cause a little scene in this country! Maybe kill a hero or two?" Nardis giggled. "But then we lucked out and spotted you all while doing recon! I figured I'd stop by for a little reunion, you know, catch up, share a drink or two, strap your bloated corpse to a cruise ship for old time's sake."

Words spoken by a sane and reasonable person.
"I'm surprised that you joined up with Chaos Theory. May I ask what happened?" Curator ignored the man, noticing how he bristled at his old hero name.
"I go by Nardis now you blubbery shit." Nardis raised his voice. "But if you really want to know, I went on a bit of a spiritual journey to find my purpose in life."
"And mass murder was your solution? I didn't take you for a doomsday believer." Curator snorted.
"You really think I believe in Akelous's 'end humanity's suffering' bullshit?" Nardis cackled, the cultists around him apparently not concerned about his blasphemy. "I have a far nobler goal that requires humanity's end."
Oh fucking boy, this should be fun.

"You remember how I'm half human, half Nereid?" Nardis queried
※Nereid, a sea nymph demi-human commonly found in Greek Mythology. They are one of the few surviving Greek demi-humans living in Europe today. Their numbers are in the dozens due to a low fertility rate. ※
As a demi-human hybrid, and one with a quirk on that, Nardis had an incredible affinity for water magic. "You see, the seas are the source of all life. I simply want to wipe the slate clean, and let new life spring forth from humanity's drowned corpse. It's quite simple really." Nardis shrugged.
"You'll die too you twit," Curator noted. That explained why the cult didn't care that Nardis didn't believe in their dogma, as their goals were the same. He was using them as much as they were using him, though he doubted Nardis was intelligent enough to realize Akelous was manipulating him.
"Oh, I'm not planning to die. I shall be the god of a new world of water." Nardis said smugly.
Yeah, good luck getting that past the rest of the cult.
"Besides, I don't think you should be worried about me. Not when your blubbery ass is on the line, whale-face." Nardis mocked. "I've been wanting to kill your bitch-ass for a looooong time. All the talk about the strong dictating the future of the world and you can't do shit. Everyone knows the only reason All For One kept you around was because you were smart. How the hell is turning into a whale in this cramped room going to help you?" The deranged half-demi cackled. "But I'm not your lacky anymore. I have real power now, and I'm going to enjoy butchering you. Call me Ishmael because I'm a bout to kill a whale." Nardis eyed his trident. "Shit, I should've brought harpoons."
Curator snorted and removed the diving helmet-styled mask covering his half-deformed face. "Real power? All I see is a weakling hopped up on artifacts and enchanted armor. All your power is borrowed." A blatant lie. Curator knew Nardis was strong, and the unknown armor he was wearing meant that he was even more deadly. But Nardis always did have a paper-thin ego and take the bait. It was easy to goad him into a one-on-one fight. It wasn't like Curator himself wasn't relying on an youth extension quirk and various magical tools himself.
"You blubbery little shit." Nardis hissed. The other cultists raised their rifles and he held up his hand. "Don't shoot. He's mine." Not like the bullets could penetrate Curator's skin anyway. They would have better luck slashing him with their swords.
Curator cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, his bulging whale eye blinking slowly. "Do you really think All For One would still keep me as one of his lieutenants if I was weak?"

'What does he mean "still"?' Nardis's eyes narrowed. 'Akelous said that All Might killed him! Did that cyclops bastard lie to me?' It didn't matter now, it could wait until after he killed his former leader. "Oh, this is going to be so fucking cathartic." Nardis began to spin his trident to gather a large sphere of water.
Curator remained unimpressed. "Did you know," The whale mutant reached into his longcoat "That sperm whales can dive over two thousand meters below the surface of the oceanl?"
Nardis paused, narrowing his eyes. Curator must have something quite literally up his sleeve. Most likely an artifact. Nothing he couldn't handle.
"So what," One of the cultist templars scoffed. "We're not in the ocean, you dumbfuck whale!" The rest of the men and women surrounding him began to laugh and pulled out their swords."We'll just have to slice you real good to get through all that blubber."
A sadistic smile spread across Curator's face and he began to giggle madly. ""It's been a long time since I've had to go all out, but to kill a traitor like you? This will be well worth it." From his coat, he revealed a grapefruit-sized capsule with a blue glow and runes engraved into it. A gacha capsule, of all things.
Nardis smiled beneath his helmet. "This isn't a shitty mobile game old man. No matter what you summon to help you I'll still kill you." He took a closer look at the orb, pondering the artifact for a few seconds. His confidence turned to panic as he realized what Curator was holding. "Σκατά!" He slipped into his native tongue in a panic. "It's a domain core!" Nardis shrieked.
"Deployable Domain:" Curator clicked the capsule open. "Depths of the Bathyal Trench!"
Deployable Domain: Depths of the Bathyal Trench, an artificially constructed domain wielded by Goro Kondo. Curator assisted the mage in All For One's employ to create this domain, as like the renowned magic tool crafter Tanner Skinner, Kondo does not possess any talent for magic.
Artificial domains are created via a complex ritual of magic and information supplied by the creators. In modern terms, it can be equated to environmental design for a video game. Traps, buildings, biomes, and environmental effects can be added, as well as summonable monsters.
Depths of the Bathyal Trench is simple in concept, trapping anyone within activation range underwater. However, it simulates water at a depth of 2000 meters underwater.

A large watery vortex appeared, sucking everyone in the safehouse inside with a watery bubbling sound. The cultists felt a slight chill of the water…then nothing.
The Chaos Theory cultists died instantly and painlessly, which was far more than any of them deserved. In but a second they went from one atmosphere of barometric pressure to over two hundred. Their bodies were pulverized beyond recognition, bones snapping, and flesh turned into a fine paste skewered by whatever shards of their armor didn't crumple like a tin can.
All of them, save Nardis, whose enchanted armor creaked and groaned under the pressure.
'Fuckfuckfuckfuck!' Nardis screamed internally. That lunatic had a domain like this on him? He would be dead if he wasn't wearing his armor, and even then it was struggling from the sudden change in pressure.

Nardis's armor is forged from the bodies of several summoned demons and materials Akelous provided from an unknown source. It is capable of diving to a depth of 12000 meters theoretically, though it could not survive immediately being exposed to such a vast amount of pressure.
Nardis summoned a trident in each hand while simultaneously creating a swirling barrier of water. 'Curator wouldn't use something like this if it would kill him. That piece of shit is too proud to kill himself like that.'
Curator floated several dozen meters away, having already transformed into that of a vaguely humanoid sperm whale. Vaguely, in the sense that he retrained his arms and legs. The whale mutant had not been affected by the domain, in fact, he benefitted immensely from it.
❁ While Goro Kondo's magical affinity is near zero, he does have a magical technique that is useless unless he is in deep water. Kondo's technique is called Barotrauma, which grants him and anything he touches immunity to changes in atmospheric pressure. A sperm whale can reach depths of over 2000 meters and has the lung capacity to stay submerged for over an hour. Without Barotrauma, Kondo would've been immediately crushed to death by his domain like the cultists.
In addition, the domain was programmed with a "buff" ability, which increases the swimming speed of those sharing the traits of animals belonging to the cetacean family. ❁
Curator let out a click, allowing the echolocation to track Nardis's location immediately. With a sudden burst of speed, he swam upward to prepare for an ambush. 'What a pain…' he thought. 'It will take months worth of ley line energy to recharge Depths of the Bathyal Trench, and so soon after I just did that.' It was the same domain he'd used against that vampire bitch in Rome when she activated her domain. If he hadn't done that, he and Wolfram likely would've been killed.
※The Fourth Harbinger of the Fatui possesses a domain-based magical technique while Curator's is artificial. Deploying a domain inside a domain will cause a data conflict where the data comprising the domains corrupts and is destroyed. It is the same principle that the Council of 7 uses in a device called the Domain Buster to destroy problematic domains that they cannot cordon off for use. As domains are extradimensional spaces, excessive information such as a space existing in a space will cause them to "crash" from excessive data. ※

Nardis in the meantime activated the night vision enchantment on his armor, allowing him to see in the pitch-black water. 'This domain has to have an exit! Once he's inside he wouldn't be able to leave without it, or unless the domain runs out of energy… but this domain seems simple so that could go anywhere from one to three hours unless its a permanent one. He'd have to surface for air sometime!' Nardis glanced around frantically but there was no sign of a visible exit. 'The likely location would be the surface." He glanced at the floating remains of his men, slowly drifting downward. "But that would be too simple… unless that's what he wants me to think!" Nardis shouted and started to swim upward only to be met with the open jaw of a sperm whale. "FUCK!"

Curator's maw clamped down on Nardis's upper body he began to descend further into the domain, mentally relishing in the creaking noises from the traitor's armor. If he didn't have Barotrauma, he wouldn't be able to pull such a rapid ascent and descent without perishing from explosive decompression.
Nardis steeled himself and jammed the one arm dangling outside Curator's mouth into the space below his eye socket. A trident formed instantly and punctured the space under the whale's eye. The brief pain allowed him to slip free from Curator's sharp teeth like an eel. The Southern Arrow's victory was short-lived as Curator hit him with a quick tail slap that sent him tumbling through the water. 'I refuse… I refuse to be killed by a fucking whale!' Nardis screamed in rage. "Endless Trident: Unrelenting Tide!"
Nardis's Quirk: Endless Trident. He can create energy tridents in his hands, or if submerged within ten meters of his body.
Curator's body shrunk as he dodged and weaved through the storm of tridents coming his way. The initial activation of the domain had weakened Nardis, but in the deep sea the former hero had the advantage of ranged attacks and if Curator was correct the ability to see in these depths thanks to his armor. 'If this continues," He winced as a trident speared his left arm, rendering the appendage useless, another struck his still retracting tail. 'I'll lose. I need to get him back on land before he can recover fully, or escape.' The thought of fleeing from trash like this disgusted him, but dying would be a blow to both W.I.L.D and the PLF as a whole. He'd have to put pride behind the needs of All For One, as distasteful as it was.
Nardis grinned as Curator began to flee. "Gotcha bitch!" He spun his trident, creating a drill of water, and launched himself after his former boss. Right as he was about to grab and impale the fleeing man, Curator vanished vanished through a swirling exit whirlpool. Nardis blindly flew through it and re-emerged in the chamber, summoning a ring of tridents as he excited. "Yippee ki-yay mother-" A black muscular fist slammed into his face, sending him flying back into the hideout's wall.
As Nardis pried the shattered faceplate off his head, he glimpsed the hulking black-skinned creature emerge fully form a swirling black portal. The hulking abomination had a bird-like beak and exposed brain, standing obediently at Curator's side as he retrieved the domain capsule with his uninjured arm.
"Oh, fuck this!" He fired a large trident into the ceiling and blasted himself through the roof with a pillar of water.
Curator stumbled weakly, Homunculus already there to catch him. Nardis, as expected, had used the ancient technique of running away like a little bitch.
"Are you alright Curator?" Kurogiri emerged from the portal, slightly wobbling with each step. The strain of creating a portal over such a distance clearly taking its toll on him.
"I'll live," Curator winced. "Just a bit of blood loss."
"I shall warp you to the Doctor immediately." Kurogiri bowed. "Should I send forces after the cult?"
Curator winced. "Don't bother. There's a river nearby so he's long gone by now." He peered up at the nomu Kurogiri had brought. "That's the thing that Garaki was preparing?" How disgusting, though he would admit that it was formidable.

"You used your domain?" Kurogiri asked.
"Well, I was outnumbered and outgunned. I didn't have much of a choice." Curator grunted as Homunculus applied bandages to the hole in his arm. "Unfortunately he's tough. I also may have let it slip that All For One is still alive, but it won't be an issue." After all, nobody would listen to Chaos Theory if they decided to announce it anyways. At the vary least it would make Akelous warier of crossing the PLF for the time being.

=VI=

[Kurogiri's Bar, Kamino Ward, Japan, March 6th, 2243]

Tomura scratched his neck scratching intensified. Sensei's spy had made it into U.A, and confirmed that All Might would be teaching there. The letter crumbled in his shaking hands.
"All Might!" Tomura seethed. "You hurt sensei, I hate you so much!" He threw a dart across the room, completely missing the poster of the hero on the dartboard. He wanted All Might dead, and in the most humiliating way possible. Sensei had saved him, given him a place to live and do whatever he wanted. Sure, he has never been around much due to his duties with the PLF and later his injuries, but Sensei had high hopes for Tomura and he wanted to repay his kindness.
"It's all All Might's fault!" Tomura's dry neck skin cracked, drawing a bit of blood that seeped between his fingers. What could he do to make All Might pay? Sensei had given him a new nomu, meant to be a match for the Symbol of Peace as well as a budget for his villainous activities. If he wanted to hire villains he couldn't afford any of the good DLC characters, and most of them worked for Sensei anyways.
What would be the biggest way to make All Might suffer? He could portal nomu into Might Tower and have him slaughter the Symbol of Peace's staff…. No, other heroes would be there too and the response time would be too quick. He didn't want to get zerg-rushed by heroes right off the bat, he didn't have the spawns for it.
U.A. classes wouldn't start for almost another month, so he needed to make a good plan and hire some trash mobs as additional muscle. He needed to send a message to hero society with his first attack… now that he thought about it…
Wouldn't attacking U.A. be a good intro cutscene? A sinister grin spread across his face and he pulled out his phone.
"Giran, I have a proposition for you."

=VI=

Every time I see Curator in a fic, he's either delegated to a support role or not treated seriously. I decided to give him a power-up because he's cool and only relegated to a deprecated MHA arcade game, and because he has a whale quirk.
Sperm whales are fucking dope. They are like the 3rd deepest diving whale and they have sharp teeth, and they are the 3rd largest whale (and the largest toothed whale). Plus they can swim super deep underwater.
Curator can turn into a sperm whale. That means not only can he withstand that pressure, but he's also a quirked human in a universe that runs on Charles Atlas Superpower rules. He's going to be strong no matter what, even without his magical technique.

I just figured "Hey, he's able to survive that much pressure, so I'll play into that." Barometric pressure is pretty scary, because every 10 meters of water you go down, you get another atmosphere of pressure. And those cultists are descending slowly, where the pressure slowly squeezes you ( the mythbusters did an experiment with that, and it was at 300 meters, not 2000, and the results aren't pretty).
They are getting 200 atmospheres of pressure all at once which will crush you faster than your brain can register the pain. If you've heard of the Byford Dolphin incident it's similar to that, thought that was going from 9 atm to 1 atm instantly and caused explosive decompression. This was more like what happened to those billionaires on the Titanic sub, crushing them like a tin can except on the scale of a human body.
Neat.
Anyway, I am now the #1 Curator glazer.
On the other side, we have Chaos Theory finally getting introduce with one of their leaders, Nardis. His villain name is just me misspelling Nereid badly. He's like the second-worst personality wise of their leadership and thats saying a lot.