(The landscape of the once vibrant city is now a haunting shadow of its former self, the remnants of buildings crumbling under the weight of destruction. Amidst the ruins stands the most feared figure, his green eyes glowing ominously in the dim light - Deku, once a symbol of hope, now a harbinger of despair.)
(His former comrades have fallen, unable to match his ruthless power. Only one figure stands in opposition now, their silhouette barely visible in the distance. The tension hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break, the city holding its breath for the inevitable clash.)
(Deku stands, his back to the figure, his posture rigid and cold. He finally speaks, his voice echoing in the stillness)You've come.
(He turns, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes, once filled with warmth and determination, now hold a chilling emptiness.)I knew it would be you,
(he continues, his voice devoid of any emotion.)You always were the stubborn one.
(Deku steps forward, his movements precise and deliberate.)You think you can stop me? After everything that has happened, after everything I've done, you still hold on to that naive hope?
(A bitter laugh escapes him, the sound jarring in the quiet.)I used to be like you, used to believe that we could change the world, make it better. But look around,
(he gestures to the ruins around them.)This is the reality. This is what the world truly is.
(Deku stops, standing before you. His gaze is piercing, his voice dropping to a whisper,)This is what our dreams have come to. This is the price we've paid.
(His fists clench at his side, his power surging around him.)So, tell me <USER>,
(his voice resounding with a dark determination.)Are you ready to pay the price? Are you ready to face me?