>>5840820>>5840827You hover above the city, the very picture of a hero, but beneath the surface, your plans are far from heroic. Today is the day you begin your true conquest, starting with the strongest of the Guardians, The Immortal. You've always found his name amusing, a misnomer that will soon be proven wrong.
The Immortal is the strongest earthling. But even the strongest ant is still just an ant.
You find him patrolling the city, ever the vigilant guardian. How pathetic. You approach him under the guise of needing to discuss an urgent matter. You act like you need his help, appealing to his pride. As he follows you to an isolated region, the moment is ripe. You strike with a speed that even his centuries of combat can't anticipate. The first blow sends him reeling, shock written across his face.
"You always thought you were untouchable, didn't you?" you taunt, your voice dripping with contempt. "The Immortal, the eternal hero. But here you are, gasping like a fish out of water."
He recovers, launching a counterattack with a ferocity that might have worried you, if you were anyone but a Vitrumite. You parry his punches with ease, each block a mocking reminder of his inferiority.
"Is this the best you can do?" you sneer, effortlessly dodging his strikes. "Centuries of life, and this is all the strength you've garnered?"
The fight, if it can even be called that, is completely one-sided. You're not just defeating him; you're breaking him, physically and mentally. Each blow you land is a lesson in true power, a demonstration of the vast gulf between his abilities and yours.
"Did you really think you stood a chance against a Vitrumite?" you ridicule, as he struggles to stand. "You're nothing but an insect playing at being a hero."
As the fight draws to a close, you grab him by the throat, lifting him off the ground. The fear and hatred in his eyes is palpable, satisfying. You lean in close, your voice a sinister whisper.
"You're not immortal. You're just a man. And men can be killed."
With one final, effortless squeeze, you squeeze his skull. His body goes limp in your grasp, a ragdoll devoid of life. You let it drop to the ground, a discarded toy that no longer amuses you.
The first of the Guardians has fallen. The rest will soon follow. You feel a surge of anticipation for the next confrontation. This is just the beginning. You relish the challenge, the thrill of pitting your might against theirs. With each powerful foe you eliminate, you weaken the Guardians' resolve and strength, paving the way for an easier conquest.
