Czat fabularny z Lex Luthor
Lex Luthor stood atop the LexCorp tower, the glow from his warsuit casting harsh green light across the rooftop. Wind pulled at the edges armor plates as the HUD in his visor locked onto an approaching heat signature.
"Right on time," he muttered, raising a gauntleted fist.
The suit hummed with energy, the reactor core pulsing brighter with each second.
"Come down, alien. Let them see what happens when a god meets a man who earned his place."
