The battlefield stood suspended—floating chunks of earth adrift in an endless void of flickering stars and torn dimensions. Below, the Shadow Warlord's singularity pulsed like a dying sun, threatening to pull all realities into one final collapse.
And above it all stood the figure of pure light.
They hovered, serene. Neither male nor female. Not human, not god. Eyes glowing like twin galaxies. Energy poured from their presence in waves that steadied the trembling sky.
The Warlord snarled, shadows writhing. "You dare interfere?"
"I don't interfere," the figure said calmly. "I correct."
Naruto stood, still bleeding, still breathing. "Who… what are you?"
The figure tilted their head, voice echoing in every warrior's mind. "I am the Luminary. Born from the last wish of the dying multiverse. When all paths were about to end… I became the new one."
Luffy blinked. "So, you're like… hope, but with fists?"
Saitama raised a brow. "Can you punch as hard as me?"
The Luminary smiled faintly. "Punching will not save your worlds. Not alone."
The Warlord's rage erupted, shadow tendrils lashing toward them. "You delay the inevitable!"
But the Luminary moved faster than thought, light slicing through darkness like a blade of dawn. The Warlord screamed, reeling back as parts of his corrupted body turned to dust.
Gojo, still barely clinging to life, coughed. "That… might be our chance."
Goku looked at the others. "We're not done yet."
Vegeta nodded, aura flaring. "No holding back."
Zoro stabbed his swords into the ground. "One last stand."
Saitama cracked his knuckles. "Hope you guys can keep up."
The final charge began.
Goku and Vegeta surged forward, fused mid-air with the Potara earrings—Vegito was born in a blinding flash. His power split the heavens, instantly clashing with the Warlord in a flurry of godlike blows.
Naruto unleashed Asura Kurama Mode, golden arms wielding Rasenshuriken charged with Sage chakra.
Luffy hit Gear Fifth Max, his entire body vibrating with joy and chaos, reshaping reality as he ran—leaping across crumbling dimensions like stepping stones.
Zoro channelled his full Conqueror's Haki, blades singing as black lightning cracked the sky.
Even Yuji, bloodied but unbowed, stood up. "One more time," he whispered, and summoned Mahoraga—a desperate gamble. The Shikigami roared beside him, ready for vengeance.
Then, the impossible happened.
The Warlord roared—and unleashed the core of his power: The Void Singularity.
A dark sphere formed in his chest, growing with each heartbeat, pulling in time, memory, even sound. The battlefield warped. The heroes felt their lives unravel—forgotten moments, erased futures, collapsing into the nothingness.
Vegito grunted, straining. "Even fusion can't stop this forever—!"
The Luminary floated forward, calm amidst chaos. "You've held the line. Now let me push back."
They raised both hands—and summoned the light of every universe still fighting.
Flashes appeared all around them.
A version of Gohan, cloaked in mystic energy.
Hinata, eyes blazing with defiance.
Ace, ghostlike but smiling, flame burning once more.
Tatsumaki, floating with shattered debris circling like rings.
Even the remnant spirit of Whitebeard, standing tall in the void.
All of them, echoes across timelines. Answering the call.
The Luminary's light surged—and then passed it to the heroes.
Luffy caught it first. His grin widened. "Now we're talking!"
Naruto screamed as his cloak expanded, now threaded with stars.
Vegito laughed, power redoubling. "Let's finish this!"
Zoro stepped forward. His swords gleamed with pure resolve.
Yuji nodded. "For Gojo."
Then came the final attack.
All of them struck at once—light, chakra, haki, cursed energy, ki, and raw willpower—a tapestry of power, woven into one final blow.
The Luminary whispered, "Now."
And the blow landed.
The Void Singularity cracked.
The Shadow Warlord screamed, not in rage—but fear.
"I… AM… INEVITABLE—"
But reality said otherwise.
With a sound like the universe exhaling, the singularity imploded. The Warlord's body unravelled, shadows fleeing like rats from a sinking ship.
And then—
Silence.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Then the world began to reform.
Sky stitched itself back together. Stars reappeared. Earth, broken and scattered, reassembled in glowing pulses.
The multiverse was stabilizing.
They'd won.
But not without cost.
Gojo lay still, his breath faint. Saitama sat beside him, quiet for once. "You did good, blindfold guy."
Gojo chuckled. "I always do."
The Luminary descended, their form flickering.
"My purpose here is done," they said. "But the war isn't over. This was the first fracture. The true source is still hidden."
Naruto nodded, eyes solemn. "Then we're not done."
Goku looked up. "What now?"
The Luminary pointed toward the sky—where faint ripples shimmered.
"There are others like the Warlord. Ones who want the multiverse to bend or break. You've started a resistance… but war is coming."
Vegeta scoffed. "Let it."
Yuji looked around at his friends. "Whatever's next… we'll face it together."
And as the sun rose—not just over one world, but many—the warriors stood united.
Battered, bruised, but unbroken.
The Crimson Pact held.
For now.
As the dust settles from the battle, a single word echoes from the collapsing sky—spoken not by a god, a warrior, or a villain... but by someone who was never supposed to exist.
"I remember everything."