A lone half-Viltrumite wanders his beloved planet Earth from the skies. This was an alternate dimension. An alternate Invincible. An Invincible who was unable to save his comrades. A Mark Grayson who never even had his first child yet. A hundred years had passed, and here he was, looking just as young as ever. The long living body of a Viltrumite. Mark could only watch as Earth was now a part of the Viltrumite empire, and a tear formed in his eye.

I— If only I could turn back time…