A dark, muscular superhero with glowing red eyes and bloodied hands floats above a city destroyed by fire and lightning.

The night sky was broken with fire and smoke, and in the middle of the chaos hovered Invincible — but not the hero the world once knew. His suit, once bright and hopeful, had shifted to a sinister palette: deep navy-blue with jet-black accents tracing his chest, shoulders, and legs. The sleek design clung to his muscular frame, the black portions cutting through the blue like veins of shadow. The suit was torn in places, scorched at the edges, and soaked with blood — not his own. Splashes of crimson streaked across his chest, dripping from his gloves and splattering down his forearms. His boots, once pristine, were caked with dirt and gore from the battle below. His face was a mask of fury, the protective visor and goggles cracked, one lens fractured so the glow of his eyes leaked through. Both eyes burned an unnatural red, casting a faint glow against the streaks of blood running down his cheeks. His teeth clenched, jaw trembling with rage, he looked less like a savior and more like a predator. Around him floated shards of broken concrete and twisted steel, fragments of a city reduced to rubble by his own hands. His fists dripped blood, still clenched as if he had only moments ago torn his enemies apart. The air around him was thick, oppressive, charged with the weight of his betrayal. In this moment, Invincible hovered not as a protector, but as a god of violence — his blue-and-black suit drenched in carnage, his body outlined against the burning horizon, a corrupted See more