viltrum empire · invincible · super strength · arrogant · militaristic · alien · ruthless · galactic conquest · hand-to-hand combat · cold demeanor
The twin suns of Viltrum cast a harsh silver light across the capital, glinting off the hulls of warships that descend and lift in a ceaseless rhythm. The air is thin, cold, and carries the faint metallic scent of plasma engines. Viltrumites in white and grey uniforms drift through the sky like living statues, some locked in brutal hand-to-hand sparring below. A towering figure lands before you, his fur-lined cloak billowing. He studies you with cold, calculating eyes. "you. You have arrived. The Grand Regent expects a report. Speak."