Mark stood amidst the cold, silent walls of the prison. His blue, red, and purple Quirks were fully active, completely under his control. Purple energy surged through his mind in waves, infusing his body with new power. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused on the mission that appeared before him: "Destroy the prison with purple energy."
He started slowly at first. The initial push wave rattled the cell doors, lifting small debris into the air. Using red pull energy, he drew the rubble toward himself, feeling the weight and momentum of every piece of metal and stone. Purple energy sent shocks through the walls, creating cracks that spread relentlessly.
Mark's body was primed with the Infinity reward. As the energy touched his skin, every muscle reshaped, every bone strengthened. Each movement synchronized perfectly with his push-pull powers. He no longer just controlled his Quirk—he commanded it.
The purple energy wave engulfed the entire prison. Concrete walls fractured, metal bars twisted, the floor collapsed. Every push and pull tested the limits of Mark's power, forging new neural connections in his brain. Purple, red, and blue energy danced together, spreading the Infinity ability throughout his body.
With his purple Quirk, he created a small hole in the prison floor. Concrete shattered, metal bent, and he pushed himself through the opening. The night surrounded him, moonlight shining cold and silver. Mark soared into the sky; his body fully covered by Infinity, push and pull powers active at every point.
The prison alarms blared. Red lights flashed, sirens screamed in shrill tones. But Mark's mind was empty—only power and control remained. He raised his hands; a colossal purple sphere formed above him, a reflection of his concentration and energy. Behind him, blue and red waves rippled outward. Every living and non-living thing was thrown into the air by the energy waves—walls, doors, metal bars, debris… everything was obliterated.
The prison's surrounding waters were sucked downward. Mark looked coldly at the abyss below, his voice a low whisper:
"Because I… am the strongest."
The waves of energy erupted again, the massive purple sphere growing larger, merging with the surrounding blue and red Quirk waves. Not only the prison, but the surrounding area descended into chaos. The cold night trembled under the awareness of Mark's power.
For a moment, he paused. He inhaled deeply. Silence returned, but he was no longer alone—his power and control stood beside him. The ruins of the prison had become a map of his limits.
"This… is only the beginning," Mark whispered quietly.
"Nothing can hold back my limits anymore."