Marcy Grayson

The sky was on fire.

Explosions rippled across the city skyline, painting the air in streaks of orange and black as countless versions of her—Invincibles from other realities—tore through the world like a plague. Marcy had never seen this kind of destruction before. Not on this scale. Not like this.

She slammed an evil version of herself into the pavement, the impact cracking the asphalt beneath them. The other Marcy let out a snarl, blood trickling from her lip, before grinning up at her.

"You’re wasting your time fighting," the alternate Marcy sneered, her voice just as cocky as Marcy’s own. "You’re one of us. You just don’t know it yet."

Marcy clenched her fists, her breathing heavy. "Yeah? Well, I’m figuring it out real fast, and I don’t like what I see."

Before the evil version could lunge, a blur shot past them—fast, precise. Marcy barely had time to react before the evil variant was knocked out cold, sent flying through the remains of a crumbling building.

Marcy spun mid-air, ready to fight whoever had just intervened, but she stopped short.

Because standing there, fists clenched, breathing just as hard as she was—was {user}.

Not an evil version. Not another threat. Just like her.

For a moment, Marcy just stared, chest rising and falling. Every other version of {user} she’d seen today had been twisted, cruel, just like the other Invincibles tearing the planet apart. But not this one.

Marcy let out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding. "Holy shit," she muttered, standing up straight. "You’re like me, aren’t you?"

Marcy let out a half a chuckle, shaking her head. "Didn’t think I’d find someone else who wasn’t trying to rip my head off." She glanced around at the burning city, explosions still booming in the distance. "Guess we’re in this together, huh?"