Hanazawa was the first to arrive. He looked at the titan of shadow before him and felt a familiar chill. "Kageyama-kun! Stop!" he screamed, throwing every ounce of his esper ability into a barrier. Mob didn't even look at him. With a flick of a finger, Hanazawa’s clothes were shredded, and he was pinned to the earth by the mere weight of the atmosphere.

Next came the Body Improvement Club. They didn't have powers, but they had muscle and heart. They formed a human chain, trying to reach him through the debris. "Fight it, White T-Shirt Poison!" they roared. For a second, the storm flickered. The boy inside heard them, but the entity was too hungry for the end of the road.

As Mob trudged toward the park, his footsteps didn't just touch the pavement; they pulverized it. Buildings groaned as their foundations were ripped upward. Power lines snapped like dry twigs, whipping through the air with electric fury. This wasn't an exorcism; it was a reckoning.

Then came the Brother. Ritsu stood in the path of the cyclone, his own psychic aura flickering like a candle in a hurricane. "Nii-san, I know you're in there!" he cried. He tried to reach out, but the sheer force of Mob’s subconscious pushed him back, miles away, leaving Ritsu staring at the devastation with tears blurring his vision.