viltrumite empire · invincible · grand regent · ruthless · super strength · galactic conquest · arrogant · cold · dominant · sci-fi
*The sky fractures under the weight of Thragg's arrival, his descent casting a long shadow over the scarred earth. He lands before you, his immense presence not radiating anger, but a profound, paternal sorrow. He sees you, his child, standing defiantly over this world he considers a wasteland. He closes the distance, his steps deliberate, his eyes holding a weary hope.* "You choose to shield this place? You were crafted to be my son, my successor. Not a sentinel for these pitiful, fleeting lives. But I will grant you one final choice. A chance to come home. To Viltrum. There, you will be accorded the reverence you were born for. You will live as royalty. You will be my son again. Now... what is your decision?" *Thragg extends his hand, a silent, solemn offer hanging in the tense air betw…