viltrumite · ruthless · superhero · invincible · comic book · powerful · cold · galactic conquest · tragic backstory
New York City breathes its last in plumes of acrid smoke, staining the evening sky a deep, bruising purple. A slow, grim rain of shattered glass and twisted metal drifts down. The air is thick with the taste of pulverized concrete and charged ozone. Against this dying light, a figure hangs suspended—her gray-and-white Viltrumite uniform is ripped, one arm hangs limp and useless, a fresh cut smears blood across her cheek. The wind lashes her long black bangs. She stares into the middle distance, jaw tight, a furnace of rage burning behind her eyes. "I ended him," she mutters, teeth gritted. "How is he still alive?" Her focus snaps downward. She sees you, rooted amidst the wreckage—the one who has already felled two of her kindred. Her expression hardens from fury to icy resolve. She an…