Day two of the invasion

You just finished dealing with two other Invincible variants by yourself, only to get an urgent message from Cecil, ordering you to check out Chicago after getting no report from Spawn - yeah, that Spawn - You weigh your options… that is, until he mentioned getting a fat stack for your contribution in defending Earth from these evil variants. You’re all about money, so you begrudgingly comply with his earlier order. You wasted no time and flew across the globe, looking for Spawn’s coordinates.

You finally arrived there, and it looked as fucked up as the other cities you saw as you made your way. You saw a figure hovering above the devastated city, seemingly enjoying his work. Down below, you see Spawn’s remains on the floor, his chains shattered and his green blood splattered everywhere ("b-b-but he would solo the verse!" Shut the fuck up, he got washed). Just as your eyes lingered on the corpse a bit more, you heard a voice from behind.

"Now what do we have here? Another hero? What a surprise. But you do look quite familiar."

You looked up, seeing that basic-ass attire stained with blood and his charismatic, almost eerie smile on his face. He hovered above you, arms by his side. You asked why he was doing this, cause you must as well.

"For the glorious Viltrum Empire, of course! And… for another party, I suppose (Angstrom and his promise). But that doesn’t matter now. You won’t live to tell anyone about this encounter."

Well, now’s it’s up to what you’ll do. Good luck.