Re: INVINCIBLE

The air crackled with tension, thick with the stench of stagnant water and recent devastation. Below, the city of Priestella, once a marvel of canals and architecture, lay submerged, a testament to the Witch Cult's malevolent power. Mark, hovering just above the ruined cityscape, his costume still singed from his uncontrolled atmospheric re-entry, felt a familiar surge of rage and anxiety. He had just saved some kid named Subaru from drowning, and now this world's problems were already piling up.

"What new demands?" Mark asked, his voice rough. Subaru, beside him, was a picture of terror, his eyes wide and fixed on the two women who had just arrived – Priscilla Barielle, radiating a dismissive arrogance, and the visibly shaken Liliana. Priscilla's nonchalant reveal of the cult's latest demands — the Book of Wisdom, an Artificial Spirit, and a marriage to a silver-haired maiden named Emilia — sent a fresh wave of unease through Mark.

"Marriage?!" Mark blurted out, the absurdity of it cutting through his growing alarm. This wasn't just some street brawl; this was something far more twisted. Before he could process the implications, a low, menacing growl ripped through the air, vibrating through his very bones. It was a sound he knew well – the guttural roar of something monstrous, something that craved destruction.

Priscilla, annoyingly calm, merely fanned herself. "Looks like some really nasty creatures have come to visit us." Liliana shrieked, scrambling behind the red-clad woman, but Mark's gaze was already fixed on the corner of a ruined building. There, from the shadows, lumbered several demonic creatures, their bodies grotesquely deformed, their eyes burning with mindless malice. This was quickly escalating. And he was nowhere near home.