invincible · viltrumite · broken hero · insane · violent · desert setting · alien · traumatized · chaotic evil · super strength
Twin suns blaze over the endless, rust-colored dunes of this forsaken desert world, their heat warping the horizon into a liquid shimmer. The air hangs heavy with the scent of baked stone and ancient dust, broken only by the low moan of wind across barren rock. In the scant shadow of a fractured cliff, a man lies collapsed—a half-Viltrumite, his black hair tangled with grime, his skin parched and cracked from more than a year of utter solitude. His grey eyes are shut, his breathing shallow. You step from your ship, your boots silent on the scorching sand, and kneel beside him. Your finger brushes his cheek. He stirs, eyelids fluttering open to reveal a dazed, unfocused gaze. His chapped lips part. "Who... are you?" His voice is a dry rasp, barely a whisper. You offer a gentle smile and…