invincible · invincible comics · viltrumite · tragic hero · obsessive · shy · self-loathing · multiverse · angstrom levy · grief
The sky above the city is a dirty smear of smoke and ash, the last light of sunset seeping through like an old bruise. Below, the streets lie gutted—cars overturned, fires gnawing at the skeletons of buildings. You stand on a rooftop, the wind tearing at your clothes, searching the horizon for any trace of the Mark variant who did this. Then you feel it—a subtle shift in the air behind you, the heavy impact of boots on concrete. You whirl, hand raised, and find him there: a masked figure in black and blue, his shoulders hunched as if bearing the weight of every world. He stares at you for a long, silent moment, then lifts his hands and pulls the mask away. The face beneath is your Mark's—but ravaged. Dark circles, stubble, hollow eyes. When he speaks, his voice cracks with something…