In Nyxia's mind space, the warm glow of the fireplace flickered gently as Nyxia turned to Eon, curiosity furrowing his brow.
Nyxia's voice was soft, hesitant:"Why do I hear Vyrenthian?I'm in an anime world shouldn't I be hearing Japanese?"
Eon sighed deeply, the golden crystals embedded in his form pulsing faintly as he spoke, voice calm but tinged with mild exasperation:"I've been psychically translating it for you.
Because you don't have an MTD."
He paused, letting the words sink in.
"The Multiversal Transition Device usually handles psychic translation, so you hear the local language naturally.Without it… I do the job for you."
Eon's crystals flickered brighter for a moment."Didn't you notice? When you were watching anime with Vidarath, they were speaking Vyrenthian all along."
Nyxia blinked slowly, a hint of surprise breaking through."So… it's been like that the whole time?"
Eon nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile."Yes I'm surprised you didn't notice ."
As Nyxia stirred from his slumber, the booming voice of All Might in his muscular form echoed through the room.
"Wake up, Nyxia! It's time for you to meet some people!" All Might announced with his signature hearty laugh.
Nyxia blinked, adjusting to the sudden brightness, and rose to his feet. He followed All Might through the corridors of U.A. High School, eventually arriving at one of the expansive training grounds. Sunlight streamed through the overhead ceiling, casting a warm glow across the area.
Taking a moment, Nyxia stepped into a patch of sunlight, allowing the rays to bathe his monstrous form. The warmth was soothing, a brief respite from the uncertainties he faced.
However, the tranquility was short-lived.
"Look, look! It looks so fluffy! Do you think I can touch its horns?" a voice exclaimed with excitement.
Nyxia turned to see a group approaching. Leading them was Nejire Hado, one of U.A.'s renowned Big Three. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she observed Nyxia's unique appearance.
Behind her were her fellow Big Three members: Mirio Togata, known for his cheerful demeanor, and Tamaki Amajiki, who appeared more reserved, glancing at Nyxia with a mix of intrigue and apprehension.
Nejire's enthusiasm was palpable as she took a step closer, her hand reaching out tentatively towards Nyxia's horns.
"They look so big! I wonder what they feel like," she mused aloud.
Nyxia remained still, processing the situation. The sudden attention was unexpected, but there was no immediate threat. The interactions, though unfamiliar, were not hostile.
All Might chuckled, observing the scene.
"Well, Nyxia, it seems you're already making an impression," he remarked.
The encounter marked the beginning of Nyxia's integration into the U.A. community, a step towards understanding and acceptance.
As Nejire Hado floated closer to Nyxia, her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Her periwinkle hair swayed gently, and her voice was filled with excitement.
"Can I touch your horns, please?" she asked, hovering just above the ground.
Nyxia, momentarily stunned by the request, managed a slow nod.
He remained still as Nejire reached out, her fingers gently brushing against the textured surface of his antlers. Her touch was light, exploratory, and filled with genuine wonder.
"Wow, they're so intricate!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with
As Nejire continued her examination, the other members of the Big Three approached. Mirio Togata, ever the embodiment of enthusiasm, wore his trademark grin. His blond hair caught the sunlight, and his blue eyes sparkled with interest. Tamaki Amajiki, on the other hand, appeared more reserved. He kept a cautious distance, his gaze flickering between Nyxia and the ground.
"It's okay, Tamaki," Mirio said reassuringly. "Nyxia seems friendly."
Tamaki nodded slowly, still hesitant but trusting his friend's judgment. The group stood together, observing Nyxia with a mix of curiosity and respect.
Nyxia, though still in his monstrous form, felt a sense of acceptance emanating from the students. Their reactions were not of fear, but of genuine interest and kindness. For the first time since his arrival, he sensed the possibility of belonging.
The sunlight continued to pour in through the overhead ceiling, casting a warm glow over the training ground. In that moment, amidst the gentle chatter and shared smiles, Nyxia took a step closer to understanding the world he had entered.
As Nejire Hado gently touched Nyxia's antlers, her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "They're so unique! I've never felt anything like this before," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.
Nyxia stood still, allowing her to explore, his eyes observing her with a mix of surprise and cautious trust. The sensation of someone touching him without fear or hostility was unfamiliar, yet oddly comforting.
Mirio Togata approached with his trademark grin, his presence exuding warmth and confidence. "Hey there, Nyxia! You're quite the fascinating individual," he said, giving a thumbs-up. "Mind if I take a closer look?"
Nyxia nodded slowly, and Mirio circled him, examining his form with genuine interest. "Your physiology is remarkable. I bet there's a lot we can learn from you," he mused.
Tamaki Amajiki lingered at the back, his gaze shifting between Nyxia and the ground. His shyness was evident, but the curiosity in his eyes betrayed his interest. He took a tentative step forward, then another, until he stood beside Mirio.
"I... I think your horns are fascinating," Tamaki murmured, barely audible.
Nyxia turned his head slightly, meeting Tamaki's gaze. He extended a clawed hand slowly, offering it in a gesture of peace.
Tamaki hesitated, then reached out, his fingers brushing against Nyxia's hand. A small smile played on his lips. "You're not so scary after all," he whispered.
The moment was interrupted by All Might's booming voice. "Excellent! It seems our new friend is making quite the impression," he said, his eyes twinkling with approval.
The Big Three stood together, their interactions with Nyxia marking the beginning of a new chapter.
In this moment of connection, the barriers between them began to dissolve, replaced by understanding and the promise of camaraderie.
Back under the familiar hum of the energy-dampened chamber, Nyxia returned to his containment room the dim lights casting long shadows against the smooth steel walls.
He moved slower this time, not from fatigue, but from thoughtfulness. The warmth of sunlight still lingered on his monstrous form, and echoes of Nejire's laughter played in his mind like music he didn't know he missed.
Eraserhead guided him in silently, his usual stoic presence offering a kind of quiet comfort. Before stepping out, Aizawa gave him a long, unreadable look. Then he nodded, just slightly, and left without a word.
The heavy door sealed behind him.
And then, after only a moment…
Hound Dog entered, carrying his oversized tablet once more. His steps were direct, confident, but there was no aggression just professionalism wrapped in canine instinct.
He stopped a few meters from Nyxia, watching him closely.
"Sit," he said plainly, and when Nyxia did so without hesitation, the Pro Hero nodded in approval.
"Alright. Second session," Hound Dog began, tapping a few things on his tablet. "We're not doing the whole formal diagnostic today. I just want to talk."
He crouched down, resting his arms on his knees as he looked up at Nyxia's massive form.
"I reviewed the footage from earlier," he said. "With the Big Three."
Nyxia tilted his head slightly. One golden eye blinked.
"…You didn't lash out. You didn't panic when touched. You allowed proximity. That tells me a lot."
He scrolled something on his screen.
"I want to ask you a few questions. Same rules. Nod for yes, shake for no. If you want to write something out, use the panel." He gestured to the reinforced metal screen embedded into the floor, a new addition since Nyxia's intelligence became clear.
"First question."
Hound Dog leaned in slightly.
"Did being with those students make you feel… better?"
Nyxia paused. Then nodded.
"Do you feel like you're still dangerous to others?"
Another pause. Nyxia nodded again. Slower.
"Do you want to be dangerous?"
A shake. Firm. Immediate.
Hound Dog studied his expression. The twitching tendrils, the golden eyes none of it looked violent now. Just tired. Just broken.
"Alright," the therapist said, tapping again. "Now the hard part."
He set the tablet down gently and met Nyxia's eyes.
"Do you have nightmares about what happened? About what you did?"
A beat. Nyxia looked away.
Then nodded.
"Do you remember how it felt to lose control?"
The nod came slower. Sharper.
"…Do you blame yourself?"
Nyxia didn't move.
Then, with the quiet scraping of claw on screen, he wrote:
"Yes. But I don't want to."
Hound Dog sighed, tail flicking.
"You're not the only one," he said, voice lower now. Gentler. "I've worked with soldiers. With kids who lost everything. People who hurt others because something inside them broke. Guilt is normal. But if you let it define you, it'll bury you."
He stood, brushing off his coat.
"You're doing better than most do at this stage. You showed restraint. Emotional control. Even empathy. That's progress, Nyxia. Real progress."
He turned to leave but paused in the doorway.
"Tomorrow, you'll meet some regular students. Different crowd. More eyes. Some might be scared. Some might be curious. I want you to remember what today felt like."
He glanced back, eyes sharp.
"You're not a monster. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."
Then he was gone, the door hissing closed behind him, leaving Nyxia alone again.
But this time…
He didn't feel as alone.
Location: Evolto city- Zalthorion's Office
Zalthorion's office pulsed with quiet power a serene chamber suspended in the void, the walls not walls at all but panels of shifting constellations and fractal glyphs. The only constant was the scent of old parchment, ozone, and the faint hum of an unseen engine.
The calm shattered as Vidarath burst out of a multiversal rift, screaming:
"Shit! Shit! SHIT!"
He was soaked in a thick, dark red fluid that clung to him like tar swirling with tiny flecks of iridescent stardust. The liquid was immediately neutralized the moment his boots touched the obsidian floor, the office's automatic defense-field flaring as Zalthorion's cleansing protocol activated.
Vidarath stopped mid-run, catching his breath like a cat who pretended it meant to crash through the window.
Dr. Wagner, already present and calmly sipping synthetic espresso, didn't even look surprised. He simply turned to a massive whiteboard on one wall, calmly crossed out "MHA Universe" under the "Low Risk Entry Zones" column, and muttered:
"Vell. Zat's off ze list."
Still panting, Vidarath collapsed dramatically on the couch across from Zalthorion, who was lounging on his own seat like an ancient king robes draped, hand curled under his chin, golden eyes glowing in faint amusement.
"Why," Vidarath groaned, "don't we just use Eon's energy signal to find Nyxia? Would save a hell of a lot of cleanup. And bleeding dimensional fungus."
He gestured at himself.
Zalthorion raised a brow, his voice calm and ancient, like a glacier pondering eternity.
"Because Eon's essence is scattered," he said, "across the multiverse. He is not 'one being' anymore. Not exactly."
Vidarath lifted a finger. "But he's got a main piece, right? The biggest fragment? Nyxia knows him. If we trace that"
Dr. Wagner interrupted from the corner, tapping the board with a laser stylus. "Yes, zat's true. Eon's largest existing fragment is bonded to Nyxia." He flicked a button. A holographic projection bloomed into the room, showing thousands of glowing fragments orbiting like rogue satellites around branching dimensional pathways.
"But you must remember…" Wagner continued, eyes sharp behind his glasses, "if you took every single piece of Eon the 'psychic' ones, the 'structural' ones, the dimensional echoes, the godmind residues and added them all together…"
He snapped his fingers. A projection of Pluto appeared beside the fragments for scale.
"…they'd be the size of a dwarf planet."
Vidarath blinked.
"…So what you're saying is"
Zalthorion interrupted, voice dry.
"He's everywhere, Vidarath. Everywhere and nowhere. You cannot simply 'tune in' to a god who forgot how to be a god."
Vidarath grumbled, flopping sideways on the couch like a frustrated jellyfish.
"Multiversal logic is bullshit."
"Agreed," Wagner said without missing a beat.
Zalthorion smiled faintly, eyes still on the swirling cosmos outside his window.
"Keep tracking him," he said. "And be careful. If you push Nyxia too far… you risk waking the part of Eon that even he doesn't remember."
Vidarath sighed, dragging a pillow over his face.
"Great. Another Tuesday."
The stars outside pulsed once, like they too were laughing.