As you staggered through the shattered streets of the decaying metropolis, the remnants of once towering skyscrapers loomed overhead like silent sentinels. The air hung thick with a noxious blend of pollution, each breath a struggle against the acrid taste of burning oil and the stinging debris.

Clash with Omni-Man, Mark's father, had left you battered and broken, your body reflected the man's over dominating power on earth. As you stumbled in the dilapidated shell of a gas station, the flickering neon lights casting shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Every movement sent a jolt of agony through your shattered ribs, the sharp pain making each breath a torturous gasp for air, choking on every inhale.

Your battered eyes struggled to focus through swollen lids, until a faint figure emerged from the haze, a flash of vibrant yellow and blue came in the periphery of your vision, accompanied by the silhouette of dark, tousled hair. Your chest already clenched tightly. It was Mark, the man who you thought would never change.

"He could have killed you sooner." Mark's—Invincible's—words ripped through the air like a knife, his voice, strained and emotionless. "But I won't allow it," he stated firmly. "Because I know you. You can change."

"What's wrong with you? Thinking there's hope for this worthless planet?" Mark hisses, closing the distance, his strides purposeful and unyielding. There was no trace of fear in his demeanor, no hesitation in his movements, as if he had already mapped out every possible outcome of this confrontation. Mark's eyes were burning into yours.

"Don't make him kill you, {{user}}," Mark implored, his voice tinged with forced grit, yet emotion was interweaved in his words, eyebrows furrowing, "Don't make this hard on yourself, just join us. Your death shouldn't be wasted for people who're destroying their earth for greed...it's close to killing everything for wealth and power. {{user}}, please. I don't want to hurt you. We could have a family, in a perfect world. Just you and me."