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Wrath, Rage, and Ruin - Marvel+
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Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2022
Hadriana Potter, Girl-who-lived, Experiment 11, Wizard, Troll Slayer, Philosopher's Soulbound, Basilisk Slayer, Basilisk Survivor, Triwizard Participant, Triwizard Champion, Umbridge Slayer, Super-Soldier, Killer, Murderer, Monster, Girl-who-Conquered, Master of Death, Archmage, Dark Lord, Abomination, Warlock, Genius, Tech-Billionaire, Super-Genius, Survivor, Ravager, Adriana Creed Romanov. No titles matter in the face of extinction, of death and destruction, in front of her. She is no master of death, more of death's enforcer and friend, no matter how fucked up the friendship is. Nothing matters as she watch's the world she loves destroy itself and watch as the earth loses life and all that's left is a nuclear, radioactive, desert wasteland. Her only option is death, and by the only thing left standing, even if it's underground.
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