Boom!
Dark clouds churned violently across the heavens, silver arcs of electricity flashing endlessly, intertwined with streaks of deep violet lightning.
A crushing, oppressive presence descended upon the world, as if something unimaginably terrifying was about to arrive.
Countless civilians lifted their heads toward the sky. Under that boundless pressure, many felt an instinctive urge to kneel, to bow, to worship whatever loomed above.
BOOOOM—!!!
As thunder roared, four bolts of violet lightning tore through the sky at speeds beyond light itself, shooting toward four different directions.
Three struck 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, limitless solar power pierced through his body, merging with his very existence as divine force flooded into him.
With a casual wave of his hand, endless desert soldiers erupted from the ground.
As he scanned his surroundings, the long-lost champions of Shurima had all returned.
The Desert Butcher, Renekton.
The Curator of the Sands, Nasus.
The Armored Colossus, Rammus.
The Crystal Vanguard, Skarner.
The Ascended Mage, Xerath.
The rising sun shone upon the flawless golden armor of the Desert Emperor, refracting blinding light across the sands.
"Shurima!"
"Your emperor—has returned!"
In the mysterious ancient nation of the East, another bolt of violet lightning descended.
Demonic aura surged skyward, piercing the clouds as if an unrivaled ancient fiend had awakened.
A colossal fox claw, condensed entirely from demonic power, slammed down from the heavens, carving a boundary line that stretched for a thousand miles.
"This line marks the border of Tushan."
"Those who cross it without permission—die."
The third bolt of violet lightning struck the Pacific Ocean.
The magical elements drifting through the air instantly erupted into chaos.
From the sky, the land, the sea, and even the depths of the universe, all magical energy was drawn by an unseen force, converging into radiant streams.
All magic that existed in the world was compressed into a single point—
to create a new life.
The next instant, a violent shockwave exploded, and the world was swallowed by pure black.
A massive spatial rupture, nearly covering 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 if reality itself had been erased, leaving nothing behind.
No—
There was still something.
Floating above the Pacific was a young woman with long silver-white hair and exquisitely perfect features, as though sculpted by a master artisan.
She wore the Divine Spirit Armor: Unit Zero—a pure white goddess gown. Her bare, delicate feet hovered in the air as soft bands of light drifted around her like living tendrils.
Behind her floated a radiant halo, embedded with ten dazzling stars that shone with endless brilliance.
"Descend into the world," she said softly.
"All of you."
Each star represented a Spirit Crystal—the condensed essence of spirit power—slowly separating from her body.
Alongside them was one additional golden Spirit Crystal crackling with boundless lightning.
Eleven Spirit Crystals in total.
As if infused with mysterious will, they faintly displayed signs of awakening consciousness.
In the next instant, the eleven Spirit Crystals transformed into blazing meteors, streaking across the sky and falling toward every corner of Earth.
The primordial spirit maiden herself gradually faded from the heavens, her figure dissolving as though she had withdrawn into another dimension.
New York, United States.
A desolate suburban region.
As far as the eye could see, only winding mountain ranges and empty plains stretched into the distance.
The final bolt of violet lightning struck here, blasting a crater more than a hundred meters deep.
Within it, a towering fortress of steel and ultra-advanced technology materialized out of thin air—
like an iron citadel descending from the future.
Its name slowly emerged across its massive structure—
The Hero League.
After unleashing 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.
Once its task was complete, the dark clouds shrouding Earth gradually dispersed.
If not for the thousand-mile fox claw carved across the East, the world-altering spectacle in the Pacific, or the mysterious structure that appeared in New York—
Perhaps everyone would have dismissed the apocalyptic skies as nothing more than a dream.
But whether humanity accepted it or not, the world had already changed beyond recognition.
At the highest observation deck of the Hero League headquarters—
A young man stepped forward.
His name was Aiden Cross.
His black hair fell to his waist, and he was impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit. His calm, indifferent eyes flickered with an eerie crimson glow.
Standing there, it felt as though the entire world lay within his field of vision.
On the index finger of his left hand rested the Hero League Chairman's Ring—a symbol of absolute authority.
The corner of his mouth curled upward slightly, filled with unmistakable disdain.
"The strongest hero era of Marvel," Aiden Cross said coldly.
"I will be the one to create it."
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