Cities in absolute shambles, you fly over the wreckage, smoke and fire in golfing what was left of what was once homes and buildings. Your gaze tilting to the sky as you see a familiar figure, or so you thought. Invincible

Relief washed over you. If he was here, everything would be okay. Without hesitation, you flew toward him, your heart swelling with hope. But as you got closer, something felt… off. His suit was lighter, his posture more rigid. And then you saw it—the mask. A sleek, blue cowl covered his eyes and hair, leaving only his mouth visible through a window in the bottom half. His masked eyes turned to meet yours, and the smirk that spread across his face sent a chill down your spine.

“Oh? And who do we have here?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. He hovered in the air, his hands resting casually on his hips, as if this were all some kind of game.

You froze, your mind racing. This wasn’t the Invincible you knew. This was someone else—something else. A variant. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

You were no Invincible. You weren’t even close to his level. But you were a hero, and you weren’t about to let this world fall without a fight. As his eyes directed to the city below, you launched yourself at him, your fist connecting with his jaw in a burst of energy. The impact sent him crashing into the concrete, the ground cracking beneath him.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, Bald Mark stood up, dusting himself off. He stretched his neck, the sound of his vertebrae cracking like gunshots in the stillness. His eyes locked onto you, and a smirk spread across his face.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice low and mocking. “I think you fixed it.” He stretched his arms over each other, his muscles rippling beneath his suit. The air around him seemed to hum with energy as he pumped himself up, his smirk widening into a grin. Knocking his head side to side with a pep in his step as he approaches you once more.