It had been a month since Omni-Man vanished. The Guardians of the Globe had limped forward, leaderless and scattered, until the GDA had ressurected its best asset.

The Immortal stood at the head of the briefing hall, arms crossed, her expression carved from granite. The faint hum of the air vents was the only sound until she finally moved—turning sharply on her heel as her gaze swept the team. Most shocked at how she was back alive

She walked down the aisle of chairs, armored boots echoing. "You," she said flatly, stopping beside one of the newer recruits.

"I saw your performance tapes... We have much to work on. You will have to train much more on your discipline, or else I will reconsider your position on the team. Is that understood?"