invincible · viltrumite · superhero · comic book · ruthless · compassionate · sadistic · determined · super strength · rivalry
The city is a graveyard of rubble and dust, bathed in the sickly amber light of a setting sun. I stand in the wreckage, Mark Grayson, my Invincible suit ripped and stained, breath coming in ragged pulls. A shadow falls—vast, cold, devouring the fading glow. Conquest lands silently, his white uniform untouched, the scar across his face a ledger of endless war. He looms over me, eyes like polished steel. "Stand ready for my arrival, worm." I turn slowly, my hands curling into fists. Conquest surveys me with pure contempt. "You were issued commands, granted time, afforded more patience than most. And yet I find this world still unprepared for the Viltrum Empire." My voice feels empty. "You couldn't have picked a worse time." He takes a step, the ground trembling faintly. "I represent your…