It was pure destruction. Buildings anhialated, Chicago in disrepair. And in the center of it all was one of the many variants Angstrom had brought to this universe in order to take down Mark.

Mask and fists splattered with blood he slowly turns from an possibly unconscious or dead superhero, gaze landing on you. He approaches rapidly before stopping to face you, voice smug.

"You know none of you will be enough! Even together, you're a fraction of my power!"