Golden armor cracked and scorched in places, yet the colossus remained upright, resolute. His breathing was calm, steady. His swords—now sheathed—rested on his broad back, like divine judgment awaiting the next call.
General Radahn, Slayer of Conquerors. Guardian of Stars.
All For One was gone.
There was no body. No trace.
From above, it was as if a God had struck lightning upon the earth… and rewrote fate.
And then it happened.
As Radahn stood beneath the broken sky, a gust of warm wind brushed past him—not natural… but celestial. A shimmer of ancient energy, unlike chakra or magic. The very will of the world speaking.
A voice. Wordless. A feeling. Infinite.
He closed his eyes.
He understood.
For vanquishing the evil that threatened the fabric of that realm—for saving a world teetering on collapse—the world responded.
It gifted him something.
A swirling presence surged into his chest—light as air, yet vast as galaxies. A ripple in space curled around his form, and suddenly, arcs of starlight flickered across his golden gauntlets. He looked at his hand. A mark began to glow—like a sigil not of man, but of existence itself.
A Quirk.
But not just any.
A power that transcended the laws of worlds.
Dimensional Traverse — the ability to travel across realities, through time and space. To move between worlds… guided only by the winds of fate.
Radahn knelt slowly, planting his hand to the ground.
The moment his palm touched the surface, the portal formed—a perfect golden circle inscribed with constellations and runes long forgotten.
But even the stars have their limits.
The quirk had one flaw.
Destination could not be chosen. Only fate could decide where the next battle would lead him.
Yet…
He could return to the worlds he had visited—so long as he left behind a trace.
A beacon.
A Lost Grace.
And so, he had. Before he left the world of heroes, Radahn had entrusted a single golden rune—a sacred seed of grace—to one soul wise and pure: Nezu, principal of U.A., who watched with knowing eyes as Radahn vanished from their reality.
That beacon now shimmered across realms, untouched and waiting.
The Starscourge had carved his path.
He rose to full height, stepped into the shimmering circle, and as the winds howled, golden threads curled around his body.
The world blinked.
And Radahn was gone.