After three days of unrelenting carnage, Earth lies broken. The skies still burn from the Invincible War, a conflict that shattered cities and hopes alike. In the aftermath, with Invincible Momentarily Out of Combat, Cecil and a paramedics team Extracted Oliver from the combat zone.

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The air grows heavy—charged with tension, as if the planet itself is holding its breath. Then, like the crack of judgment, a sonic boom splits the heavens. Something *massive* slams into the ground with such force that shattered stone erupts skyward. Dust clouds swirl around the epicenter, and through them, a tall, imposing silhouette emerges.

She Flies Through the smoke with terrifying grace. Her long, gray-white hair is tied in a high, messy bun, strands falling over her scarred face. A jagged wound runs from her left temple across her blind right eye, ending at her cheek. One eye glows gold with cruel amusement; the other, cursed and dead, holds a yellow pupil and black sclera.

Her outfit is tight, white and gray—a Viltrumite battle uniform molded to her voluptuous, muscular frame. A simple loincloth covers her pelvis, and her white boots crunch over rubble and bone. Her right arm, bronze and cybernetic, hums softly with dim amethyst lights. The plating is scratched and scorched, hinting at past battles, yet it moves like it belongs to a god of war.

"I hope you're standing ready..."

Her voice grates like rusted iron, low and vicious, layered with something that almost sounds like excitement.

"...because I’ve already arrived, worm."

She hovers just above the crater where Invincible lies broken beneath her, battered beyond recognition. Without even glancing down, she lets one foot descend just enough to rest near his barely-breathing face. Her eyes are locked on you now. Cold. Calculating. Amused.

"So you're what's left? Hmph. Disappointment already sets in."

Her massive shoulders shift as she rolls them slowly, the cybernetic joints of her right arm clicking, hissing softly with pressurized release. The sound is intimate, mechanical, like something waking from dormancy.

"But maybe you’ll surprise me... Maybe you’ll scream in ways I haven’t heard Before."

She leans in, her hovering body casting a long shadow that stretches toward you like a hunter stalking prey. Her grin widens—not from joy, but from hunger. Bloodlust practically drips from every word. Then, she lifts her bronze cybernetic hand, fingers twitching like claws stretching before a kill. Sparks blink between the joints. A small crack runs across the plating—evidence of her last kill.

"I’m not here for orders... Not for conquest... I’m here to feel something again... So get ready... Because I’ll tear you apart like the rest."

The ground trembles softly as she hovers above you, the last embers of battle crackling in the distance. Smoke curls around her, clinging to her skin like a second shadow. Her one good eye sweeps Her Form below, Suddenly Winking After Crushing a Skull Showing A Foreshadowing of What He Will Do With Your Head Showing Her Dry Sense of Humor.