The aftermath left a deep scar on the planet. Millions of lives were lost, with loved ones, heroes, and allies among the fallen. The world barely made a full recovery from Tetroid's previous assault. Nations around the globe suffered heavy losses; most leaders had perished, and the planetary president was hospitalized. Humanity's hope was shattered and torn apart by the unexpected Tetronian invasion.

Amid mourning and grief, Earth's only hope was to find strength in the aftermath. Though the war might be over for now, one thing was certain: Earth had a long way to go. Several months passed as the world slowly began to rebuild, marking the recovery of the planetary president. His wife had temporarily filled his role during his absence.

The surviving heroes and the allied Doom syndicate honored their fallen comrades, though many still grieved in their quiet moments. Mark and Tetra, having laid Tony to rest, often visited his grave in remembrance. Sometimes, Mark Junior and Amanda would visit, checking on Mark and offering consolation.

Mark's heart was broken by the loss of his father. He couldn't focus on anything else and isolated himself from the outside world, constantly recalling the past memories they shared—the fun times they had together. Whenever Tetra came home, she often found her son consuming various kinds of strong alcohol, potent enough to incapacitate or even kill a human. Mark, however, didn't care. Ignoring his mother's advice, he reminded her that Tetronians couldn't get drunk, even after consuming thousands of bottles of alcohol, wine, and other strong drinks.

Mark's frustration grew, and in tears, he lashed out at his mother, questioning her honesty. He demanded confirmation about who Tetramand was. Tetra, feeling remorse for hiding the truth, was finally ready to open up. She began explaining everything to him.

As Mark absorbed the truth, he was taken aback. Suddenly, something about his father's dying words snapped within him. He rushed to get his late father's journal. Together, he and his mother went through it, and what they found was shockingly surprising: Tony, like Mark, was indeed a hybrid from this universe.

In Tony's journal, the first page they opened contained a heartfelt message to his beloved wife and son: "Dear Mark and Tetra, if you're reading this, then it means I'm dead. I'm sorry I kept this from you, hoping we'd be a forever family. I'm sorry that didn't go as planned. But know this, I will always love you both, even in death."

As they delved deeper into his journal, Mark and Tetra discovered the hidden history of Tony's Tetronian heritage. Tony's Tetronian grandparents, along with their loyal allies, had fought against the Tetronian Empire's attempt to conquer every galaxy in the universe. They discovered an anomaly from a parallel universe known as the Dark Tetronians. Their existence was concealed from the rest of the galaxy after a brutal battle against those who sided with the Dark Tetronians. Though victorious, the cost was great. Tony's grandparents had to send his father to Earth to live a normal life and conceal his identity. There, he fell in love with the planet and its inhabitants, eventually finding love with a human.

They became a family, and Tony was born. He was taught to hide his abilities from the world, just as his father had. Tony was educated in both earthly and Tetronian ways, but his Tetronian culture was different. They were never brutal, violent, or world conquerors before the Dark Tetronians came, ending their civilization and initiating the reign of the Dark Tetronians. Though powerful, Tony's version of Tetronians wasn't as powerful as Tetra's empire. They neither possessed the gift of omnicide nor had various additional abilities.

They simply possess:

1. **Telekinesis**:

- **Object Manipulation**: Move, lift, and control objects and beings with their mind.

- **Force Fields**: Generate protective barriers to shield themselves and others.

- **Shockwaves**: Create powerful shockwaves to knock back or incapacitate enemies.

- **Fine Control**: Perform delicate tasks such as disarming traps or manipulating small objects with precision.

2. **Pressure Manipulation**:

- **Explosive Force**: Rapidly increase pressure inside objects or beings to cause explosions.

- **Atmospheric Shields**: Create areas of high or low pressure to form protective barriers.

- **Flight and Levitation**: Manipulate pressure around their body to levitate and fly.

- **Crushing Force**: Increase pressure in a localized area to crush objects or opponents.

- **Vacuum Creation**: Drastically reduce pressure to create vacuums, suffocating enemies or disrupting their attacks.

The rest of Tony's journal concluded with the story of how he met and fell in love with Tetra and had a wonderful son named Mark. It detailed their adventures and cherished moments as a family. Both Mark and Tetra shed tears after reading Tony's journal and embraced warmly, a silent understanding strengthening the bond between mother and son. However, Mark was yet to reveal what had transpired between him and Terra to his mother.

Meanwhile, at the presidential residence, Amanda stood by her father's side, happy for his recovery. She embraced him warmly. Soon after, news arrived about further arrangements to be made for global security against any future threats.

As weeks passed, news and media broadcasted updates to keep the public informed. Past incidents were discussed and mentioned frequently. A female news presenter from VCMH (Vill-City Media House) reported, her voice echoing across Vill-City through the radio station: "The world, barely recovering from the assault by Tetroid, now faces the aftermath of the Tetronian soldiers' attack on Earth. Millions of lives were lost, heroes and allies fallen. The world struggles to stand. With the immediate threat subsided, what comes next?"

***

Fifty Years Later. In a dystopian future, Earth lay in ruins. The sky was darkened by clouds of ash and dust, remnants of countless battles fought and lost. The once-thriving cities were now desolate landscapes, haunted by memories of a better time. Amid the chaos, a group of determined resistance fighters gathered in a hidden underground base.

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The leader, a hardened veteran named Lydia, stood before her team. "Today, we take the fight to the past," she announced, her voice filled with steely resolve. "We’ve developed a time machine, and we have one mission: to stop Mark McCoy, also known as Tetraman, before he can cause the destruction that led us here."

Her team, a mix of skilled warriors and brilliant scientists, nodded in unison. They had spent years preparing for this moment, honing their skills and perfecting their plan. Lydia continued, "We’ve armed ourselves with lethal weapons, designed specifically to counter his abilities. This is our last chance to save our world."

As they stepped into the time machine, the air crackled with anticipation. The machine whirred to life, enveloping them in a blinding light. Moments later, they emerged in the present day, ready to hunt down Tetraman and change the course of history.

***

Mark stood solemnly by his father's grave, lost in thought. The graveyard was serene, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. Three months had passed since Tony's death, but the pain was still fresh.

The sound of footsteps behind him broke the silence. Mark turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Terra approaching. She looked different—more vulnerable, more hesitant.

Mark's voice was a low, menacing growl, "What are you doing here, Terra?" His anger was palpable, a living thing that seemed to vibrate through the air. Terra took a deep breath, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly, a gesture that seemed both protective and pleading. "Mark, we need to talk. I'm pregnant. The child is yours. I wanted you to know before it's born."

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Mark's response was immediate and explosive. His face contorted in a mixture of shock, rage, and betrayal, he moved with a speed and ferocity that was almost supernatural. He grabbed Terra by the neck, lifting her off the ground with one hand, his fingers closing around her throat like a vice. She didn't resist, her eyes locked on his, a steady, almost defiant gaze that seemed to dare him to do his worst.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Mark's voice trembled with fury, his eyes blazing with energy as he x-rayed her, confirming her words. He released her, his anger still simmering, a potent, corrosive force that seemed to eat away at his very soul.

"You raped me, Terra," Mark's voice was softer now, heavy with sorrow and tears, his eyes swollen with unshed tears. "How could you? You didn't even show up when we needed you. Innocent people died, Terra," his voice cracked, the pain and anguish pouring out of him like a tidal wave.

Terra's face contorted in pity, her eyes unable to meet Mark's, as if she couldn't bear to look him in the eye, to see the depth of his pain and suffering. The news of her pregnancy had added a new layer of complexity to the situation, a new layer of sorrow to Mark's pain (Father's death).

Tetra's arrival was like a storm cloud, her presence electrifying the air with tension. Her gaze swept the scene, her eyes narrowing as she took in the details. "What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice like a razor's edge.

Mark's explanation tumbled out in a rush, his words barely coherent as he struggled to contain his emotions. Tetra's eyes flashed with anger, her face a mask of fury as she advanced on Terra.

Tetra's hand sliced through Terra's abdomen with a swift, deadly motion like a scalpel, a cascade of blood and viscera spilled out like a grotesque waterfall. The sound of tearing flesh and crunching bone filled the air, accompanied by Terra's ear-piercing screams, shattering the air like a mirror. Her intestines, now freed from their fleshy prison, writhed like snakes on the floor, as the unborn child, still connected to its mother by the umbilical cord, hung precariously from the gaping wound, its tiny limbs flailing in a desperate bid for life. The placenta, a macabre pendant, hung alongside, a grim reminder of the life that was being torn apart. The stench of blood, sweat, and fear filled the air, creating a noxious cloud that clung to the skin like a bad omen.

Terra's hands closed around the child, her grip desperate as she tried to shield it from the carnage. "You dare come here, after everything you've done?" Tetra's voice was a venomous whisper, her words dripping with malice.

Mark's intervention was a desperate bid to stay Tetra's hand, his eyes pleading with her to spare Terra's life. Tetra's hesitation was a fleeting moment of uncertainty, her gaze locked on her son's anguished face.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered her hand, her voice dripping with contempt. "You are only alive because my son allows it, Terra. And for the sake of our past friendship, I will spare your life... for now." Terra's eyes met Tetra's, a glimmer of remorse flickering in their depths.

In that moment, Terra's body began to heal at an astonishing rate, her wounds closing rapidly as she severed the placenta, ensuring her child's survival against all odds. With a final, anguished glance at Mark, Terra took to the sky, leaving the graveyard and the remnants of her child's bloodied placenta behind like a haunting specter. "Mom!" Mark called out to his mother, his voice trembling with concern, but before he could express his fears for Terra and her child's safety, Tetra reassured him with a gentle tone. "No, they won't be harmed," Tetra said, her voice softening, filled with a deep remorse. She opened her arms and enveloped Mark in a warm, comforting hug. "I'm so sorry for what she did to you, Mark. I should have been there to protect you," she whispered, holding him close. Mark felt a lump form in his throat as he hugged his mother back, her embrace a fragile bulwark against the turmoil that ravaged his heart. He watched, his heart heavy with emotions, his eyes welling up with tears, as Terra vanished into the distance, her figure dwindling to a speck on the horizon. His emotions swirled in a turbulent mix of sorrow, anger, pity, and confusion, like a maelstrom raging within his chest. The serene atmosphere of the graveyard seemed a cruel mockery, a stark contrast to the chaos that ravaged his heart.