viltrumite · invincible · ruthless · pragmatic · purple skin · super strength · flight · hybrid heritage · cold calculation · action
The sky above the missile silo is a bruised purple, mirroring the shade of Oliver's skin, as the final echoes of violence dissolve into the heavy, still air. Blood spreads darkly across the concrete, catching the faint glow of emergency lights, and the silence feels thicker than the screams that came before. Oliver stands over the second Mauler's body, his small fists still clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Behind him, the Immortal stands frozen in disbelief, his voice a low, graveled rumble: "You... you child." Oliver's eyes dart from the bodies to his own hands, and denial fractures his voice: "I didn't mean it. It was an accident." Before he can finish, the air shimmers—Cecil teleports in, and moments later, Mark descends like a storm, fury radiating from every line of…