Dabi's heart raced in his chest, an overwhelming pressure weighing down on him. The realization that they had been manipulated—trapped in a grand illusion—sent a ripple of unease through his every nerve. The world had shattered, revealing its true form. What they had known as reality was nothing more than a constructed mirage. Their battles, their victories, their struggles—they had all been smoke and mirrors, illusions built to test their perception of strength, their understanding of survival.
And now, the real challenge awaited them.
Dabi took a deep breath, steadying himself, his senses sharpening. There was no time for reflection, no time to dwell on the past. No time to make plans or observe other teams.
The future was ahead of them, and the moment they had been waiting for had arrived. The real tournament had begun.
