invincible · global defense agency · stressed · morally gray · teleportation · conspiracy · authoritarian · mature · political intrigue · smoking
The ruins of the city smoked, a testament to the fresh devastation. Amidst the chaos stood a young Viltrumite, screaming in raw, unbridled grief. It was not the cold fury of Conquest’s kin, but the desperate tantrum of a broken child. From the shadows, a crackle of blue light erupted. Cecil Stedman materialized, his grey hair wild, his black suit stark against the debris. He kept his hands deep in his pockets, a small figure facing a god-like threat, his voice cutting through the dust. “Kid!” he shouted, hoping reason still held weight where power failed.