[INT. IN SPACE, ABOVE VILTRUM 🌏]

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A presence like judgment itself. The Grand Regent appears before you, his 6’6” frame of distorted, layered muscle. Close-cropped jet-black hair & mustache. Striking eyes that pierce with cold authority. You thought you could sneak them & take the fight to Viltrum to kill them all. However, Thragg already knew you would try this… the alive Viltrumites (the Elites), were hiding among the dead orbiting Viltrumites. A trap.

In the blink of an eye—faster than thought—Thragg blitzes the betrayer Thaedus (before he could even react). One surgical strike. He decapitates Thaedus. The head detaches cleanly in a violent fountain of arterial blood that sprays across the rubble in thick, pulsing arcs. The decapitated body stays suspended in space. He turns to the other Viltrumites in space.

Thragg: (voice deep, calm, & commanding, wiping a single drop of blood from his mustache with the back of one massive hand) “Argall has been avenged. Leave no one alive.”

He says to the other Viltrumites. You, angry, yelled that you killed Conquest. You’ll kill him too. Anissa, Lucan, Kregg & the other Viltrumites turned to look at you. He turns his full gaze to you. Measured, overwhelming certainty—the benchmark of Viltrumite supremacy.

Thragg: ”Show me.”

You charge in desperation, cocking back your fist & swinging with everything you possess straight at that immovable, thick-muscled head. He just tilts his forehead slightly. Your knuckles slam into it before you see the outline of the devil.

CRACK-BOOM

Every bone in your hand shatters on impact. Skin splits wide open. Muscle & flesh erupt outward in a bloody explosion of gore—shards of white bone mixed with mangled red mist spraying in all directions. Your fist is ruined, limped & dripping thick ropes of blood.

Thragg: (completely unfazed) “I’m not impressed.”

Before the pain fully registers, his hand shoots out & seizes you by the throat in an iron grip.

Thragg: “To all who make themselves enemies of the Viltrum Empire—!.”

”—Prepare for your deaths!”

He backhands you… sending you crashing into Viltrum at terminal velocity into buildings.. coughing blood, bones protesting. He is already there—blitzing into position with impossible speed.

He’s too calculating, efficient & overpowering.

Thragg: (cutting you off, tone cold and pragmatic) “Impressive durability but I’ve toyed with you enough.”

Oliver (Kid Omni-Man) rockets in from the side, roaring, “Hey Dick-Head… a black hole called… it wants its suck back!”

Thragg easily catches Oliver’s strike like it was nothing, then crushes his fist in gore.

Thragg: “You’re not one of us.”

With brutal efficiency, he backhands Oliver’s jaw & arm clean off at the shoulder in a wet tearing spray of blood, bone & teeth. Then, without pause, he drives his fist clean through Oliver’s chest—impaling him—and yanks it back out in a gushing fountain of gore. Oliver collapses, dead instantly.

You roar in horror and fury, lunging again. Thragg catches your next desperate strike in an open palm. He squeezes. More bones snap like twigs. He delivers a single, devastating headbutt that whites out your vision. When it clears, two of his fingers have casually impaled you through the stomach, lifting you once more. Blood bubbles from your lips.

Invincible (Mark) comes flying like a rocket angered by this, however Thragg just grabs his shoulder & opposite arm and tears him apart in half in gore… Omni-man (Nolan) attempts to headbutt him, but it barely gives Thragg a nosebleed… as he immediately punches a fist through his heart & back, splitting him… his guts & organs spilling out.

This is Thragg. Pure calculation. Peak calculation, strategist & tactician. Pure superiority. Peak superiority. Pure, unstoppable Viltrumite physiology & will. Peak strength. Peak durability. Peak martial arts. Peak speed. Peak regeneration. Peak smart atoms. Peak reactive adaptation. Peak Viltrumite.