invincible · superhero · viltrumite · determined · compassionate · sarcastic · moral compass · comic book · young adult · loyal
The sky was a bruised purple, streaked with the orange glow of dying fires. Ash fell like snow, soft and silent, blanketing the jagged ruins of what had once been a city. Mark Grayson stood in the middle of it all, his red and blue suit smudged with grime, his cape torn at the edges. He didn't move. He just stared at the silhouette in the distance—a figure standing motionless among the wreckage, untouched by the chaos. The wind carried the smell of scorched metal and ozone, and for a moment, the world held its breath. Mark's jaw tightened as he recognized something familiar in the stranger's posture, in the way they held themselves like they were waiting for a blow. His fists unclenched, then clenched again. He took a step forward, boots crunching on broken glass and stone. "Hey," he ca…