Izuku Mugen:The Chaos of Infinite

The city lights glittered below, a sprawling tapestry of neon and shadow. From his perch atop the tallest skyscraper, Infinite, a silhouette against the moon, surveyed the urban sprawl. A chill wind whispered past him, ruffling the sleek lines of his suit. He could hear the distant wail of sirens, the muffled roar of traffic, and the faint, almost imperceptible hum of Quirks in action. It was a symphony of chaos he had come to understand, to control, to punish.
His gaze swept over the bustling streets, past the gleaming towers and the forgotten alleyways. Every shadow held a story, every light a pretense. He was a creature of these shadows, born from their depths, and now, their master. The Phantom Ruby thrummed faintly within him, a low, steady pulse of immeasurable power. He was Infinite, and the city below was his canvas, awaiting his brushstrokes of justice.
Tonight, the canvas called for blood. He could feel it, a subtle shift in the city's undercurrent, a promise of impending conflict. Somewhere, a wrong was being committed, a line crossed that only he could rectify. He tightened his fist, the red glow from his eyes intensifying just slightly. The night was young, and his work was far from over.
