Prologue

Spring, 2149: Musutafu, Japan.

"Yo, is everyone seeing what's on T.V. right now!?"

It was easy, shattering the silence- the slight hysteria mixed with dread the Pro Hero, referred to as Present Mic by his fans, or as Hizashi Yamada by his colleagues- felt made pushing aside the sliding door with a resounding bang much easier as he entered the crowded conference room.

Based on the stricken and horrified expressions of the others, he wasn't the only one affected.

"Who knew that doomsday was so close? Looks like the end of the world, doesn't it?" Pro Hero: Midnight, or Nemuri Kayama, breathed.

She didn't expect an answer to her far from sarcastic question. Most of the heroes in the room didn't dare take their eyes off the floor-to-ceiling television.

Underneath the table where he sat, All Mighttightlyclenched his fist. "All is not lost. There is a fight yet to be had; us Heroes always win the fight against Evil."

"You don't even know what the fuck we're up against!" growled Blood Hero: Vlad King. He rolled his eyes at the former number-one hero. Scrutinizing Toshinori's deflated state, he bellowed, "Even if you still had your prime form you alone could never protect the world from something like…" jabbing one finger at the screen, "This!" he hissed, barely restraining his fury. The helplessness he felt was starting to choke him.

All Mights' electric blue eyes flashed beneath the shadow of his frown, an outraged curse about to pass from his clenched teeth before he was cut off.

"I have to agree with All Might," Principal Nedzu spoke up, undercutting the tension in the room. "While the heroes in this room are still standing, there is still hope. Once again, it seems that living in a world full of Quirks makes the impossible, possible."

Chiyo cut her eyes sharply at the intelligent mouse, watching as he began the climb to sit on another staff member's head. "And how," Recovery Girl slowly murmured. "Do you think the rest of the world will react knowing that we are woefully unequipped to protect them? It's a repeat of the Dark Ages. I-i don't know if I can stomach a repeat of it, Nedzu. I refuse to."

"It won't come to that Chiyo. On my oath as principal, I'll use everything at our disposal to prevent a Second Dark Age." Nedzugrimlytapped a paw where he sat on Lunchrushes' shoulder. His words, although spoken with care, were sharp enough to cut. "Don't be too worried; what happens next is the world powers overseas will send us the best heroes of their nations, help our scientists find a solution to defeat this villain, and then this nightmare will turn into a... rather unpleasant dream."

"Spare us the idealistic nonsense," spat Recovery Girl. "What are we going to do now? Because our very way of life is ending right before our eyes."

Beady eyes twinkled in that frightful way of his. "At best, we'd only have to survive the chaos from a second reawakening of quirks and deal with the fallout from a full-scale Civil Quirk War, while the rest of the world turns a blind eye."

Across the room came a loud scoff. "That line of thinking is also too optimistic. All of us, Pros, and our students will be made martyrs. Not all of us will survive; this is the start of a second Dark Age. I'm sorry Recovery Girl, you're going to have to live to see a second age of anarchy."

All eyes turned to Eraserhead, the underground hero. Chiyo scoffed, turning her head away; it didn't escape anyone's notice the choked sobs she held back. From his leaning form against the adjacent wall, Aizawa faced the screen. "It's just started, and most of us haven't even survived," He smiled sardonically before nodding towards Pro hero: Snipe. "Don't lose focus. Turn it up." he gruffly commanded.

The sniper, one of the few standings near the TV, sighed. Pressing a finger to the screen next to him. He upped the volume.

And what the multi-split screen showed was utter pandemonium.

On one panel, they watched as the woman leaned precariously out the side of a helicopter.

"I'm now approaching the hole in the sky! This portal shimmers blue the closer we get to the sea!" Gust of current ricocheted from the two silhouettes inside the dark portal; the two dark outlines engaged in a fierce battle. The clash forced the wind to whip at her clothes, making it almost impossible to hear what the reporter trying to yell over the chaos. "But the question everyone wants to know is: Where are the heroes!? They need to stop the user who's summoning these creatures and save us! "

On another panel, a camera jerked up and down, looking like the person carrying it was running. The sounds of screams and panicked shrieks came from the denizens of Japan who tried to run and escape from the monsters that flooded the streets.

At the bottom corner, a man desperately clutched his microphone holding it as a weapon, backing away into a corner of the news station. "Rei, this isn't like you! Snap out of it! Wait-stay back! Please-!"

Nemuri quickly jerked her head from the screen, holding back bile as a sob escaped. Watching a man being eaten alive on television wouldn't save him, or the others like him. But the screams, oh the numerous screams will follow into her nightmares.

"Have they not caught the villains responsible? People are dying!" the woman reporter screamed.

The reporter on the helicopter had flipped the camera, the scene had cut to a bleeding, giant tear. The gaping hole was shiny blue on the edges; and indeed, the camera showed its viewers the faint black smidges moving inside. Massive amounts of visible energy curled and sparked around it.

"Hold on- it looks as if this hole in the sky is swirling-Fubuki, are you getting this?-fly closer so we can capture it on camera!" The camera tumbled over, switching to show a shaky image of the reporter wrestling with the cameraman to show the said image. "Out of all the tears, it's this one that we believe to be the cause of-!"

All watched in silent horror as sparks flew, lightning struck the craft, and a shadowed, winged being tore through the helicopter. The pilot and its members tumbled into the currents of lighting and burnt to a crisp, with, red, red, red spattering and soaking the lens.

Present Mic stumbled closer, pushing aside Pro Hero: Ectoplasm, who cursed under his breath as the aircraft lost control. Nemuri, Chiyo, and Powerloader began to weep. All Might tasted copper- blood not from his organs, but from the puncture of teeth through his lips. HoundDog let out a low, mournful howl.

The view quickly switched to another cameraman, who was on the ground looking up. The plane, flying too close to the swirling energy, exploded upon contact with the viridescent blot in the sky in a morbid shade of gold and blues.

Pro Hero: Cementoss could barely hold back his nausea. "That marks the 100th casualty," he whispered. He couldn't stop counting if he tried.

It didn't need to be said that the numbers were from both heroes and civilians combined.

Snipe grimaced, turning the volume down. He was the first to voice what they all were thinking. "Our quirks don't work, weapons are useless, we can't even kil-" Snipe exhaled harshly. "...too many Heroes' lives have been lost in the attempt to subdue these monsters; we're being attacked on all sides by two different enemies we know nothing about. Most others have already given up. What are we supposed to do now?"

The heroes in the room sat in distributed, tense silence before Present Mic once again broke it.

"So, who's going to get the girl?"

Their voices exploded into a cacophony of noise after that.