The battlefield was a storm of fire, wires, water, and flashing lights — heroes and villains clashing in chaos.
Ren watched from above, perched on a collapsed pillar, cape flowing in the wind. His red-lensed mask reflected the moonlight and the flickering flames below. Every calculation, every movement of every combatant, was running through his mind.
> "Distraction perfect," he murmured, fingers flexing over his metallic wires.
While Endeavor thrashed in the water-electrified web, Toga and Dabi engaged the surrounding heroes, and the city echoed with chaos, Ren moved. Swift, silent, precise — like a shadow dissolving into the night.
He approached the sealed containment cells where Stain and Kurogiri were held. His heart didn't race; he didn't hesitate. Every lock, every security measure had been analyzed in advance.
Wires extended, thin as threads, embedding into the keypads and control panels. A small pulse of electricity bypassed the fail-safes, immobilizing alarms and cameras. The digital locks blinked once, twice — then clicked open.
Kurogiri stirred, eyes widening as the restraints dissolved.
> "Ren…" he whispered, a mix of suspicion and awe.
Stain's gaze, sharp and calculating, flicked toward Ren.
> "So this is why the world is burning?" he asked.
Ren crouched, voice low, calm, and precise.
> "Not everything you see is the truth, Stain. All For One was a lure, nothing more. You're free because the rest of them are too busy chasing ghosts to notice the real prey."
Kurogiri stepped forward, warily examining the wires and small devices surrounding them.
> "You planned this… all along," he said.
Ren's lips curved faintly under the mask.
> "Of course. Chaos is a powerful tool. But even chaos can be controlled."
He activated a retractable wire, securing the exits and ensuring no unexpected hero interference.
> "Move quickly. Follow me, and don't make a sound. If the heroes notice, the distraction collapses."
Stain smirked, nodding.
> "Silent shadows. I like that."
Kurogiri's quirk hummed faintly, ready.
> "Lead the way, Mastermind."
As they vanished into the labyrinth of abandoned streets, Ren looked back at the battlefield. Flames, wires, water, and screams — all meticulously orchestrated.
> "Let them believe they're stopping the impossible," he whispered, voice calm,
"while I finish the impossible they'll never see coming."
Above him, the moon cast a s
ilver glow, a silent witness to the plan that had already succeeded.
Smoke drifted across the battlefield like a ghostly curtain. The ruins of the city were painted in orange firelight and silver moonshine. Screams faded into silence as both heroes and villains froze, sensing something — someone — above them.
At the highest point of the wreckage, three silhouettes stood against the moon.
Ren, his cloak fluttering, mask glinting.
Riptide, water coiling like serpents around his arms.
And beside them, the reborn legends of chaos — Kurogiri and the Hero Killer: Stain.
A single sound broke the stillness — Ren's voice, amplified through his gear, clear and commanding.
> "Edgeshot! Dabi! Toga! Get back here — now!"
The words cut through the air like thunder.
Every head turned — heroes, villains, and civilians alike. The battlefield itself seemed to pause, held captive by that voice.
Dabi froze mid-step, blue flames flickering uncertainly.
Toga blinked, knife trembling in her hand, her eyes darting upward.
Edgeshot hesitated, crouched on a crumbling wall, his sharp gaze narrowing in disbelief.
From below, Endeavor clenched his fists, his flames shrinking as realization hit him.
> "He… planned all of this."
The heroes exchanged glances — Hawks, Lemillion, even Aizawa — each one processing the impossible.
From the villain's side, Spinner muttered,
> "That voice… he's the one who tricked us. The one who made it all happen."
Ren stood unflinching, the night wind brushing past his dark cloak. His lenses glowed faint red, reflecting the chaos below.
> "You all dance," he said, his tone sharp, cold, unhurried. "Heroes, villains — doesn't matter. You move exactly as I calculated."
Riptide stepped beside him, water swirling at his feet. Kurogiri's mist spread behind them, a veil of darkness against the moon. Stain rested his blade against his shoulder, eyes gleaming with fierce admiration.
> "A true killer of hypocrisy," Stain muttered, smirking. "Now I see it — you're not just another villain. You're the storm that exposes all of them."
Ren lifted a gloved hand, metallic wires glinting under the moonlight.
> "The world calls this war," he said, voice echoing.
"But it's not war. It's judgment."
The wind howled. Heroes raised their weapons. Villains took cautious steps back. No one dared to move first.
> "All For One was never my goal," Ren continued. "You all fought and bled for a lie… while I freed the ones who will rebuild this world the right way."
A single heartbeat of silence followed.
Then — panic.
Shigaraki screamed in rage. Hawks' wings flared, ready to strike. Dabi and Toga exchanged glances — confusion and awe flickering in their eyes.
Ren extended his hand, palm up, wires spreading outward like the threads of fate.
> "So," he said softly, with the confidence of a god among men,
"heroes, villains… what will you do now that your Mastermind stands before you?"
Lightning flashed behind him.
Kurogiri's mist thickened.
Riptide's water rippled at his feet.
Stain's grin widened.
And in that single moment — everyone real
ized it.
Ren wasn't fighting for chaos.
He was rewriting the balance itself.