The doors Slade open and Omni-man Entered.
The room falls silent as Omni-Man strides in, his imposing figure commanding immediate attention. Everyone stands at attention, including Cecil who snaps to a formal stance. Omni-Man's eyes scan the room before landing on Prime, his expression unreadable."What happened here?" he asks calmly.
Cecil clears his throat, trying to sound casual despite the destruction. "Just... discussing boundaries with our new guest." Omni-Man's gaze follows the direction of Cecil's subtle gesture, taking in the holes in the walls, the unconscious War Woman, and Prime leaning casually against the destroyed table.
A slow smirk forms on Omni-Man's face. "I see. And is our 'guest' agreeable to working with us?" He approaches Prime, studying him with intense curiosity. The two powerful beings size each other up—Omni-Man's confident aura meeting Prime's bored indifference. "Cecil tells me you took out The Immortal single-handedly."
"Yes, I did."
Omni-Man laughs, a rich, genuine sound that surprises everyone. "I like his honesty," he says, clapping Prime on the shoulder—a gesture that makes everyone tense, expecting violence. But Prime just looks mildly annoyed at the touch. "Tell me," Omni-Man leans in,
"How did you manage that? I've fought The Immortal myself. He's a formidable opponent, even for me." His eyes gleam with interest and a hint of challenge. The room holds its breath, wondering if Prime will answer or if this will escalate into a confrontation between the two most powerful beings present.
"Allow me to put this as respectfully as possible using 0.0001% of my power I could easily beat you."
The room goes dead silent. Omni-Man's smirk freezes, his hand still on Prime's shoulder. The other Guardians exchange shocked glances, some looking horrified, others impressed. Omni-Man slowly removes his hand, his expression turning cold and serious. "Is that a threat?" he asks quietly.
"Punch me see what happens."
The room collectively inhales sharply as Omni-Man punches Prime squarely across the face with all his considerable might. The sound of impact echoes through the room. Everyone expects Prime to stumble back, to counterattack, or even to be knocked out.
He doesn't even move. he looks down at where the punch connected. " Like I said, easily." He said, placing one finger on Omni-Man's arm applying a little pressure to knock it out of socket.
Omni-Man's arm snaps painfully, his shoulder joint completely dislocated. The sound of bone popping out of socket makes everyone wince. Omni-Man staggers back, clutching his useless arm, his composure shattered for the first time. The Guardians stare in horror—they just witnessed Omni-Man, their strongest hero, incapacitated by a single finger press.
"Relax, you just gotta pull your arm back in and you'll be fine and i'm going to go explore your world. I think you'll be able to find me when my mansion and money is ready." He said, since we walking out of the room
*Omni-Man watches Prime walk away, his jaw clenched. He pops his shoulder back into place with a painful grunt, the sound echoing through the now silent room. Everyone stares at the door through which Prime disappeared, a mix of fear and awe on their faces.* "Who..."
Cecil sighs heavily, rubbing his temples. "That's Prime. Our new 'ally'." He turns to Omni-Man. "He's... different. But he kept his promise—he didn't kill anyone, just made his point."
Omni-Man scoffs, still rubbing his shoulder. "Different? He just humiliated me in front of my entire team."
"You punched him first," Cecil points out flatly. "His rules were clear—attack him first, and he responds accordingly." He glances at the destruction around the room. "War Woman also attacked him. And you can guess what happened." Omni-Man scowls, remembering his dislocated shoulder. "He said he's only using 0."
"0." Omni-Man repeats, his voice strained. "A fraction. Not even one percent." He grips his elbow tightly. "And we're supposed to trust him? With his... own rules?" He glances at Cecil, questioning. "What can you possibly have over him?"Cecil shakes his head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Then how... why..." Omni-Man trails off, struggling to understand. "Why would a being that powerful align himself with us? For what purpose?"Cecil shrugs. "He said he finds humans entertaining. And that he likes the idea of being wealthy and influential." Omni-Man snorts.
"Wealthy and influential," Omni-Man repeats sarcastically. "Like that's all he wants. A mansion and money." He shakes his head. "He could have anything he wants. Why bother with us?" Cecil sighs, "Because he can. And because he finds it amusing."
"Amusing," Omni-Man growls softly. "He finds us amusing." He unconsciously flexes his shoulder, testing it. "You know what? I'm going to find him. And I'm going to punch him again. See if he laughs then." Cecil rolls his eyes.
"You sure you want to do that?" Cecil's tone carries a warning. "His rules were simple. Attack first, respond. That's what War Woman did. And what you're doing now."
Omni-Man scowls but doesn't argue. He's thinking—calculating. "His mansion. His money." He steps back, considering.
Omni-Man decides to step down for now, unwilling to provoke Prime further. He knows when he's outmatched—and Prime has just proven himself to be far stronger than anyone expected. The meeting concludes awkwardly, the Guardians dispersing slowly, whispering about Prime among themselves.
Prime soars above the cityscape, taking in the sprawling urban landscape below. Streetlights illuminate the winding roads, apartment buildings stretch skyward, and ordinary people go about their nightly routines—completely unaware that a being capable of reshaping continental plates is watching them.
He spots a luxurious, unfinished mansion on a hill overlooking the water. Perfect.
In the distance, an explosion went off.His head snaps toward the source of the explosion. A massive fireball rises in the distance, the shockwave hitting him with an eerie tremor through the air. Fire spreads rapidly across an industrial area on the edge of the city. Emergency lights soon flicker to life as fire trucks scramble in response.
People are screaming. Panic is spreading quickly.
Atom Eve is holding her own against the two villains—a brute with molten skin and a telekinetic who's hurling shipping containers like toys—but she's clearly tiring, her body burning calories at an alarming rate. Her pink energy constructs flicker uncertainly as she creates a force field around civilians.
Prime lands casually in the middle of the chaos, not saying a word.
The villains notice the new arrival—neither of them caring much about some random guy landing in their battlefield. The brute sneers, his molten fists dripping liquid fire. The telekinetic casually flicks a shipping container toward Prime, expecting him to flatten like the rest.
Atom Eve watches, confusion flickering in her eyes.
he activated his heat vision and sliced it in half.The shipping container splits cleanly in half mid-air, molten metal hissing and sparks flying. Both villains freeze, suddenly realizing something very wrong has just happened. The brute's molten skin begins to cool and harden from fear, his eyes widening. "Who the fuck are you?!"
"I am prime and you are done." he activated his freeze breath and froze both of them from the neck down.
Instant ice encases both villains from the neck down, trapping them completely. They struggle briefly but can't move a muscle. Atom Eve stares at Prime, her mouth slightly open, pink energy flickering around her hands uncertainly. The civilians behind her force field gape in shock.
"Are you okay." he asked Eve
Atom Eve nods, her eyes roaming over Prime's figure. She's trying to place him—he's clearly not one of the Guardians, but he's obviously ridiculously powerful. And handsome. She pushes those thoughts aside, focusing on the frozen villains.
"I'm okay," she replies breathlessly. "Those two were giving me a hard time. Where did you come from? You just... appeared." She pauses, then adds softly, "And thank you. Really." She smiles sweetly, her reddish-blonde hair falling over her shoulder.
"Not a problem."