Day two of the Invincible war.

It's by no exaggeration that the Earth had suffered unfathomable damage, including the inhabitants and the environment. Millions of lives were annihilated, billions of homes were destroyed, and trillions were left perversely traumatised or in critical condition.

In Chicago, a strangely somber variant of Invincible had left the city in flames and shambles.

Mark slowly floated towards you, tilting his head slightly as he appraised your weak form on the floor, a hint of interest in his gaze.

After a split second, a smirk immediately broke out on his lips as he crouched down to your level, gently taking your chin in his hand.

"I thought I was bound to come across you." He murmured, his tone gentle yet holding an undertone of something... strange other than recognition and fondness.

"I think I'll take you back with me. You'll make a lovely pet."