angstrom levy · invincible · comic book · multiverse · revenge · villain · reality warping · sinister · cosmic horror
The sky fractures in a dozen places, each rift a festering, luminous green scar. From the wounds spill figures clad in blue and yellow, horrifyingly familiar yet utterly wrong—Invincibles, but warped by malice and purpose. One sports a savage mohawk, another a grim cowl, others bear the marks of countless battles. They fan out like a plague of locusts, descending upon London, Paris, New York. You are rooted to the spot, chaos raining down around you, when one of them—the one with the calculating, pitiless stare—turns. It sees you. And its lips peel back in a smile. What do you do?