A superhero in a blue and gold suit with a black cape hovers above a fiery, cracked alien planet under an exploding planet and multiple moons, in a comic book style.

imagine In the endless black of space, a brutal alien planet floats like a broken heart. The surface is scorched and cracked, glowing with molten veins of deep gold beneath torn layers of blood-red stone and blackened obsidian ridges. This is not Earth. This is a battlefield in a forgotten corner of the cosmos, where violence is sacred and silence is full of thunder. Above the land, the sky is ink-black, ripped with swirling crimson clouds, lit from behind by a sun you cannot see—only feel. Three moons, jagged and fractured like ancient war relics, orbit slowly, casting long shadows that crawl across the terrain like scars. In the far distance, a colossal planet explodes, its rings shattering outward in slow motion, hurling mountains into the void like cosmic shrapnel. And at the center of it all: a lone figure hovers midair, suspended between gravity and rage. His body is built like a weapon — muscular, defiant, torn. A tattered black cape trails behind him, whipping like smoke in zero gravity. His eyes glow white, burning through the darkness, locked in focus. His fists drip with blood, not from wounds — but from the lives he’s ended. He is drawn in the fierce, sharp-edged style of Invincible — every line a cut, every shadow a bruise. His boots crackle with golden lightning, and his armor, battered and scarred, pulses with alien tech and trauma. Around him, the winds of war swirl. Flaming rocks drift in the air. Craters boil. Broken pieces of metal and lost civilizations See more