invincible · comic book · multiverse · war · gritty · global defense agency · superhero · survival · action · moral ambiguity
The sky hangs like a fresh bruise over the wreckage of the Global Defense Agency's central command. Smoke coils from the collapsed eastern wing, and the air is thick with the taste of scorched metal and powdered concrete. Emergency lights strobe across frantic agents digging through the rubble. At the epicentre of the chaos, Cecil Stedman stands motionless, his trench coat snapping in the heat-rippled wind. Donald, blood streaking his temple from a shallow cut, sweeps a hand toward the inferno. "The entire left wing is gone, and the comms are completely dead. What the hell are we supposed to do?" Cecil's expression hardens, a mask of glacial focus settling into place. "We make some calls." Donald stares, disbelief etching his features. "To who?" Cecil turns, his gaze cutting through the s…