Flect Turn's eyes locked onto the gauntlet on Novabel's arm, his breathing uneven as the red and blue gemstones embedded within it pulsed with an overwhelming presence that made the air itself feel heavier.
The mirrors and laser guns floating around him suddenly lit up with blue energy, humming violently as space warped—and in the next instant, they vanished.
Those same weapons reappeared directly in front of Novabel.
"No—!" Flect Turn's voice cracked as a red beam of energy erupted from the gauntlet, swallowing the weapons whole and reducing them to ash before they could even activate.
"Shit!" he cursed loudly, panic finally breaking through his composed façade as he kicked off his shoes and slammed his foot against the ground, forcing his quirk to activate at full capacity as reflected force launched his body forward like a missile. "Then I'll crush you up close!"
Novabel didn't move. He simply raised his gauntlet. Red energy surged outward and took the shape of a massive hand.
It caught Flect Turn mid-charge.
"Wha—!?" The impact knocked the breath out of him as the energy construct closed around his body and, with a single motion, hurled him backward like he weighed nothing, his body crashing into the wall with a thunderous explosion.
The force rebounded instantly, twisting into a spiraling mass of black energy that surged forward again, reshaping itself into a tornado that roared toward Novabel with destructive intent.
Flect Turn gasped, forcing a grin through the pain. "You can't overpower my reflection forever—!"
"Useless." Novabel's voice cut through Flect Turn's rant like a blade.
The giant red hand reached forward again and grabbed the black tornado mid-flight, crushing it as if it were nothing more than smoke.
The energy twisted violently in its grip before reshaping, compressing, stabilizing—until it formed into a massive black sword, crackling with condensed force.
Behind his mask, Novabel smirked."Let's try something new."
The red glow around him intensified as he pushed more power through the gauntlet, the aura erupting outward and beginning to take form—a massive skeletal construct forming around him.
"Susano."
A colossal red energy construct stood around him—humanoid, incomplete yet overwhelming, with two massive arms and a defined head.
Flect Turn's confidence shattered completely. "What the hell is that!?" he shouted, his voice filled with disbelief as he stared at the towering construct.
'This isn't a quirk… this isn't anything I've seen—what is he!?'
The Susano moved it's arm as the black energy sword sliced forward.
A single slash tore through the battlefield, splitting the air itself as it carved a path of destruction.
Flect Turn barely managed to stomp away, his body launching sideways as the slash passed through where he had stood, cutting through walls, structures, everything in its path before continuing forward into the distance and disappearing.
Silence followed.
"…Nice," Novabel murmured, almost amused, as he shifted his hand slightly. The black sword in the Susano's grasp twisted, reshaping itself into a wide net of dense energy. Without hesitation, he threw it.
The net expanded mid-air.
Flect Turn tried to move—but it caught him. "Ghh—!" He struggled violently, activating his quirk, forcing reflection, trying to convert the force, trying to escape—but something was wrong.
His body… his skin… it was changing. The blue hue faded. His natural color returned. His breath hitched.
"My quirk… has limits…?" he whispered in disbelief, the realization hitting him harder than any attack.
The net tightened and exploded!
BOOM!
A deafening blast shook the hall, smoke erupting outward as debris scattered in all directions.
Novabel raised the Susano's arm and swung it once.
The smoke vanished instantly. There, on the ground—Flect Turn lay motionless. He was Unconscious. His skin was completely normal.
"That's why I said," Novabel spoke quietly as the Susano began to disperse into particles of red light, fading away into nothingness, "you became a terrorist for a completely stupid reason."
The energy construct vanished entirely, leaving only Novabel standing in the silent hall. He walked forward slowly, each step echoing as he approached the fallen leader of Humarise.
Raising his gauntlet once more, the blue light of the Space Stone shimmered—and in an instant, Flect Turn's body disappeared.
Below the hall, deep within the Humarise base, the Nova-Drive sat hidden, its presence masked as it rested beneath the battlefield above.
Inside, David and Aiba—Novagent and Novamor—stood before the massive machine that once controlled the trigger bombs meant to destroy the world.
"It's done," Aiba said, "All bombs are deactivated. The master key worked perfectly."
"Good," David replied, his fingers moving quickly across the interface as data streamed across the screens. "Then let's make sure they can never try this again."
Files transferred rapidly—locations, operations, hidden bases across the globe—everything Humarise had built was being exposed and recorded.
Suddenly, a body appeared outside the Nova-Drive.
David glanced up through the display.
"…Ah."
He stepped out casually, looking down at the unconscious Flect Turn. "So that's the boss, huh."
Shrugging lightly, he activated the compress quirk.
Flect Turn's body compressed instantly into a small marble.
David caught it easily and tossed it into a container labeled Villain Container before turning back without another word.
"Anyway," he said as he resumed typing, "we're almost done here."
Aiba nodded, continuing the download.
And just like that—the Humarise organization, which had planned to plunge the entire world into chaos, to unleash genocide through trigger bombs and twisted ideology—was completely defeated by Nova Genesis.