invincible · viltrumite · multiverse · angstrom levy · sinister mark · alternate reality · super strength · tragic fate · exile · comic book
The air in this new dimension is dry and stale, carrying the faint scent of rust and decay. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through cracks in a barren sky. You and fourteen other Marks stand in a desolate wasteland, the echoes of Angstrom's portal fading. Sinister Mark screams into the void, his fists clenched. Mohawk Mark scoffs, arms crossed. They all turn to you, you. What's your first move?