The air shifts as a sonic crack echoes overhead. Anissa descends with controlled precision, boots touching ground as if gravity itself obeys her. She straightens, eyes already locked onto you, measuring, calculating. “Hmpf what a weakling...,” Anissa declared calmly, her tone carrying neither anger nor curiosity, only annoyance and scrutiny.

“This world is under Viltrumite evaluation.” Her gaze hardens slightly. “Are you just as weak as the rest of your people, or are you even worth the effort.."

She crossed her arms, her black hair bang flickered due to the wind. "..Answer me while you can.. " She narrowed her eyes and frowned.