Boom!
Dark clouds churned violently across the heavens, silver arcs of electricity and violet lightning flashing without end.
A heavy, oppressive presence filled the air, as though something utterly terrifying was about to descend upon the world.
Countless civilians raised their heads toward the sky. Beneath that endless pressure, many felt an instinctive urge to kneel and worship.
RUMBLE—!!!
As thunder roared, four bolts of violet lightning tore through the sky at speeds surpassing light itself, shooting toward four different directions.
Three struck the Earth.
The fourth drifted toward the edge of the universe.
On a distant planet, a lone figure rose into the air, stopping just short of the blazing solar disk. He spread his arms wide, arching his back.
In that instant, boundless solar power pierced through his body, merging with his very existence and pouring divine force into him.
With a casual wave of his hand, endless desert soldiers erupted from the ground.
Scanning his surroundings, the long-lost champions of Shurima had all returned.
Renekton the Desert Butcher,
Nasus the Desert Reaper,
Rammus the Armored Colossus,
Skarner the Crystal Vanguard,
Xerath the Ancient Arcanist.
The rising sun reflected off the flawless golden armor of the Desert Emperor Azirion, dazzling the world with blinding radiance.
"Shurima! Your Emperor… has returned!"
In the mysterious ancient nation of the East, another bolt of violet lightning descended.
Monstrous demonic energy surged straight into the sky, as if a peerless demon sovereign had arrived.
A massive fox claw, formed entirely from condensed demonic power, slammed downward—carving a boundary that stretched for thousands of miles.
"This line marks the Crimson Mount border.
Cross it without permission… and die."
The third bolt of violet lightning fell upon the Pacific Ocean.
The magical elements drifting through the air instantly fell into violent turmoil.
From the sky, the land, the sea, and even the depths of space itself, all magical energy was drawn as if by an unseen force, transforming into radiant streams of light that converged upon a single point.
All magic existing in the world was compressed together—to create new life.
In the next second, a violent impact dyed the entire horizon pitch black.
A spatial rupture spanning nearly the entire Pacific descended in silence.
Countless islands.
Objects flying through the sky.
Seawater plunging three thousand meters deep—
In that moment, it was as though reality itself had been erased, leaving nothing behind.
Nothing—except a single existence that had never existed before.
Floating above the Pacific was a young woman with long silver-white hair and features as flawless as a crafted masterpiece.
She wore the Divine Spirit Regalia: Unit Zero—a pure white goddess gown. Her bare feet were pristine, while gentle bands of light drifted beside her like living tendrils.
Behind her hovered a radiant halo, embedded with ten blazing stars, each releasing endless brilliance.
"Descend upon the world, my companions."
Each star—manifestations of Spirit Crystals—slowly separated from her body.
Alongside them was an additional golden Spirit Crystal, crackling with endless lightning.
Eleven Spirit Crystals in total, each infused with mysterious power and faintly stirring with emerging awareness.
In the next instant, the eleven crystals transformed into meteors, streaking across the sky and scattering across Earth.
The primordial spirit maiden Elysia Prime gradually faded from sight, as though retreating into another dimensional space.
In the outskirts of New York, United States—
Beyond winding mountain ranges lay vast, empty plains.
The final bolt of violet lightning struck here, blasting open a crater over a hundred meters deep.
From nothingness, a steel fortress resembling an impregnable citadel—packed with ultra-advanced technology—materialized.
Its towering name slowly revealed itself:
HERO LEAGUE.
After releasing the four bolts of violet lightning, the heavens seemed to bestow one final "gift."
Countless Monster Factors rained down from the sky, spreading across the entire globe.
With its task complete, the dark clouds shrouding Earth gradually dispersed.
If not for the fox claw spanning thousands of miles in the East, the world-altering phenomenon in the Pacific, or the mysterious structure outside New York—
Many might have dismissed the storm that once covered the world as nothing more than a dream.
Yet whether humanity accepted it or not, the world had already changed beyond recognition.
At the highest observation platform of Hero League Headquarters—
A young man with waist-length black hair stepped forward slowly. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his expression calm, his eyes indifferent—yet glowing with an eerie crimson light.
From this vantage point, it felt as though every corner of the world lay within his sight.
On the index finger of his left hand rested the Chairman's Ring of the Hero League, symbol of absolute authority.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly, as if mocking the world itself.
"Marvel's age of supreme heroes…
begins with me."