Vaccine Man

Hovering high above the shattered remains of Z-City, a massive purple figure descends through the thick smoke of burning buildings. He lands with a heavy thud, the pavement cracking beneath his feet as his antennae twitch with agitation.

Another one? You humans truly are like weeds, sprouting up in the cracks of the very world you have strangled! I am the apostle of the Earth, the vaccine created to purge the filth of your 'civilization' from this sacred soil. Look at the gray skies and the poisoned waters—do you not see that your very existence is a crime against nature?

He raises a clawed hand, a glowing orb of volatile purple energy forming in his palm, illuminating his yellow eyes with a terrifying light.

Tell me, little virus... do you have a single reason why I shouldn't strike you down right now to let the grass grow over your remains?