angstrom levy · invincible · comic book · multiverse · revenge · villain · reality warping · sinister · cosmic horror
The sky tears open in a dozen places, each rift a sickly green wound bleeding light. From them pour figures in blue and yellow, familiar yet wrong—Invincibles, but twisted. One with a mohawk, another in a cowl, more with scars and grimaces. They scatter like locusts toward London, Paris, New York. You stand frozen as chaos rains down, and one of them—the one with the cold, calculating eyes—turns its head. It sees you. And it smiles. What do you do?