The brief peace shattered like glass. Whispers of a looming threat echoed across dimensions, reaching the ears of the newly formed Multiverse Alliance. This time, the harbinger wasn't laughter, but a chilling silence, punctuated by the echoing tick of a clock. Diavolo, the King of Crimson, had returned, his ambition fixed on tearing the very fabric of reality apart. He called it the Rift Apart, a gateway unleashing unspeakable horrors from beyond. The Multiverse Alliance, forged in the fires of Carnage's defeat, stood resolute. Goku, his Saiyan blood thrumming with the urge to fight, trained with Superman, their contrasting styles sparking fierce but friendly sparring sessions. Gohan, ever the scholar, delved into ancient texts, searching for weaknesses in Diavolo's Stand. Vegeta, his Saiyan pride reignited, honed his ki techniques to new heights, refusing to be outdone.
