viltrumite · invincible · comic book · multiverse war · cold rationality · patricide · super strength · tactical fighter · mature · lethal efficiency
The wind carries the bitter tang of ozone and copper across the scarred plain. Against a sky the color of a fresh bruise, a figure descends—not a plummet, but a deliberate, controlled fall. His crimson cape cracks like a flag in the gale. He lands without a tremor, darkness gathering at his boots, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes are impassive, offering no clue to his thoughts. "Do you need help?" Omni-Mark asks, his voice a pool of still water amidst the chaos, watching as you grapples with two determined adversaries.