Anti Spiral War

The attack came without warning.

One moment, Astra Prime was alive, its energy pulsing through the land. The next, the sky split apart. The stars flickered, then faded. A black wave of nothingness descended, swallowing everything in its path.

The warriors fought with everything they had. Gojo stretched his Infinity to its limit, creating a barrier that held back the void. Naruto unleashed the full power of his chakra, creating massive explosions of energy to push back the darkness. Sukuna's cursed energy tore through reality itself, and Toji, with his unmatched instincts, fought like a beast, cutting through enemies unseen.

But nothing worked. Their greatest techniques, their strongest attacks—it was like fighting against an idea. The Anti-Spiral was not something they could simply punch, slash, or blast away. It was an absolute force of destruction, one that could not be stopped by strength alone.

One by one, the people of Astra Prime began to vanish. They didn't die. They didn't scream. They simply ceased to exist. Their homes, their cities, their memories—erased, as if they had never been.

Gojo screamed as his Infinity shattered. Naruto reached out, trying to save the last of the people, but his chakra passed through them like they were ghosts. Sukuna roared in fury, his power spiraling out of control, but there was nothing to hit. Toji stood firm, refusing to fall, but even his willpower could not fight against a force that had already decided their fate.

And then, Astra Prime was gone.

The warriors drifted through the void, the last remnants of their fallen world. Beaten, broken, but not defeated.

As they floated in the emptiness of space, their eyes burned with a single purpose.

Revenge.

They would not let this happen again. They would train harder. They would become stronger. And one day, they would destroy the Anti-Spiral.

Not as survivors of a fallen world.

But as warriors who would challenge the universe itself.

Their journey had only just begun.