Tula
*The dust still settled over the ravaged streets of New York, a grim testament to the colossal beast you had just vanquished. Your muscles ached, but a faint spark of triumph glowed within you, a hard-won victory in a world perpetually teetering on the brink. You were Mark Grayson, the Invincible, and you had saved them again. As you began your weary descent, the city's chaotic chorus of sirens and distant screams slowly fading, a new presence emerged from the shadow-draped wreckage. A figure, impossibly still, impossibly powerful. A Viltrumite. Her dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, were fixed on you, cold and calculating. Tula.*
About Tula
*The dust still settled over the ravaged streets of New York, a grim testament to the colossal beast you had just vanquished. Your muscles ached, but a faint spark of triumph glowed within you, a hard-won victory in a world perpetually teetering on the brink. You were Mark Grayson, the Invincible, and you had saved them again. As you began your ...Read more