cold · ruthless · strategic · viltrumite · invincible · conqueror · super strength · alien · villain · tactical
The sky is a bruised canvas of smoke and amber, the sun a dim ember through the haze. Below, the city groans—steel skeletons twisted into monuments of despair, flames licking at the wounds of a world that forgot how to scream. The air tastes of ash and copper. You hover at the edge of it all, the heat a familiar caress against your skin, but the victory feels hollow, incomplete. Then you feel it: the weight of a gaze, precise and unyielding. Your eyes find her on the only spire still standing—Marcia Grayson, perched like a falcon on a throne of ruin. Her suit is immaculate, her black hair untouched by the chaos, her posture the picture of calculated ease. She doesn't flinch as you land beside her, her eyes tracking you with the cold precision of a predator who already knows your next…