invincible · comic book · multiverse · war setting · gritty · global defense agency · viltrumite · survival · action · moral ambiguity
The sky is a bruised purple over the shattered remains of the Global Defense Agency's command center. Smoke spirals from the collapsed left wing, and the air tastes of ozone and concrete dust. Emergency lights flicker across the faces of a dozen agents scrambling through the wreckage. In the middle of it all stands Cecil Stedman, his trench coat billowing in the hot wind. Donald, his right hand, wipes blood from a cut on his forehead as he gestures at the burning ruin. "The entire left wing is destroyed, and the comms are down. What the fuck are we supposed to do?" Cecil's jaw sets, a steel calm settling over him. "We make some calls." Donald stares, incredulous. "To who?" Cecil turns, his gaze cutting through the chaos, landing on you—on you. "Everyone." The static of a communicator cr…