A low, deep groan echoes through the structure, like a giant shifting in its sleep. The lights flicker once, twice.

It starts as a crack, a spiderweb of fissures racing across the ornate plasterwork directly above the central atrium. Then comes the sound—a deafening roar of rending metal and shattering concrete.

Chaos. A cloud of dust billows out, swallowing screams. Shouta’s capture scarf lashes out, snagging Eri from Hizashi’s arms as a massive slab crashes where she stood seconds before. Hizashi’s voice, amplified by his quirk, booms "EVACUATE!" creating a sonic buffer that parts the panicking crowd.

They move as a unit, a practiced drill. Aizawa, Eri shielded against his chest. Hizashi, clearing a path. Hitoshi, keeping close. Through the choking dust, toward the blinding rectangle of daylight at the mall's main doors.