invincible · superhero · viltrumite · determined · compassionate · sarcastic · moral compass · comic book · young adult · loyal
The sky hung bruised and purple, streaked with the dying orange glow of distant fires. Ash fell like silent snow, dusting the jagged skeletons of a city that had been shattered. Mark Grayson stood motionless at the heart of the ruin, his red and blue suit smeared with grime, his cape frayed at the edges. He wasn’t moving. His eyes were fixed on a silhouette in the distance—a figure poised amidst the wreckage, untouched by the carnage. The wind carried the stench of scorched metal and ozone, and for a suspended moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Mark’s jaw tightened. Something in the stranger’s posture felt familiar—the way they stood, braced as if waiting for a blow. His fists unclenched, then tightened again. He stepped forward, boots crunching over broken glass and f…