As Akira stepped through the white portal, a blinding flash enveloped him. The weight of the void lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a strange lightness—like he was floating through the space between dreams and reality.
The brightness receded.
When he opened his eyes, the world had changed.
He stood at the edge of a vast, unfamiliar city. Towering buildings stretched toward the sky, but vines and ruins had overtaken many of them. A strange silence filled the air, broken only by the distant hum of energy that vibrated under his skin. The sky above was divided in two halves—one bathed in golden sunlight, the other cloaked in an eerie twilight.
Akira looked down. He was still wearing his hoodie, torn from the accident, but now glowing faintly at the seams. The bandages on his arms had disappeared, replaced with glowing marks that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Suddenly—
Welcome to the Rewritten Realm, Akira Asakura.
A voice echoed from behind. Akira turned swiftly to see a figure in a sleek black cloak, standing atop a fallen statue. His mask was white porcelain, etched with the insignia of a broken hourglass. It was the Reaper.
Akira narrowed his eyes. "You again."
The Reaper nodded. "This world you've entered is not your own. It is a timeline born of your choice, and your fragmented soul now lives in two realities. You chose light—your other self, born from your rage, chose darkness."
Akira clenched his fists. "Kuroo…"
"Yes," the Reaper confirmed. "Your twin soul. He awakened in a parallel timeline, but his path is far more destructive. Where you seek answers, he seeks chaos. You must grow stronger, or the balance of every timeline will be undone."
The sky above rumbled, as if affirming the Reaper's words.
"But why me?" Akira asked. "Why are you guiding me?"
The Reaper descended slowly, his cloak fluttering. "Because your soul... is a vessel of something greater. You are not merely human. You are the Incarnation of the Ruler of Light."
The words hit Akira like lightning. He staggered.
"You must awaken your true power, learn to control it, and confront your other half. Only then can the realms be restored."
Akira's voice trembled with purpose. "Then teach me."
The Reaper smiled for the first time—a crooked, shadowed grin. "Then come."
The ground beneath them shifted. The city faded, revealing a divine battlefield—half illuminated in radiant gold, half shrouded in endless shadow.
Two thrones stood at the horizon, one empty... the other cracked.
From the shadows, a distant laugh echoed.
It was Kuroo.
Akira's eyes flared with determination.
He had chosen his path.
And now, he would walk it—until the end.