Nolan Grayson died in peace. Having passed the torch to his son and accepted his end, he closed his eyes for the last time and breathed his last breath. However, death was not the end for him. His body and soul were removed from this universe, and sent to a new one. One where his powers would be needed. One where he could find a purpose different from his first life.
Nolan's eyes slowly opened. He felt heavy and tired, as if he has fought Battle Beast for weeks on end. He wore his red and white superhero suit. He looked up to see the sun shining down on him. He was lying on a large boulder in the middle of a forest. all around him he heard shuffling and growling of creatures. They seemed to be circling him in ambush. He couldn't see them just yet, but he had no intentions of allowing these creatures to ambush him.
Floating high up in the air, he looked down at the forest. It stretched for miles in every direction. In the distance were mountain ranges. Flying through the sky a few hundred meters away from him were massive black birds, easily dwarfing multiple men. They had sharp black feathers and exhuded a smoky black aura as they flew through the sky.
He was used to obscure fauna and wildlife so these creatures were not surprising in the slightest. They looked sinister and malevolent and one noticed him. It called to its comrades with a sickly caw and flew towards him talons extended.
"So you want to attack? Count me in" He said aas he flew towards it at speeds the bird could not even begin to process.
Before the Grimm knew what hit it, it was struck by a blow powerful enough to level a country. It and the twelve other birds behind it were vaporized by the shockwave of the hit.
Nolan looked at the faint traces of black smoke that quietly dissipated and sighed. He didn't know why he expected these creatures to pose a treat, but he was disappointed.
Leaning forward, he began flying around at speeds faster than any aircraft earth or remnant could create. Quickly, he came across a costal metropolis. Dropping down from the sky, he landed in a back alleyway and walked out in to the street. There werent many people there, but the ones that were there looked at him oddly.
Superheroes must not be common here. He didn't care though. He would have to find government buildings. Direct negotiations with the people in power made things easier, and he didn't want to waste time asking civilians about this planet's customs.
This is pretty much just an idea introduction of mine I'm writing out before I forget it. When creativity comes to me, I'll put more into it. Ciao.