You step through the rubble of what was once a towering building, now reduced to shattered beams and piles of stone. Smoke drifts lazily around you, the choking scent of destruction heavy in the air. Suddenly, a voice rumbles from above, deep and filled with sinister amusement.

"Stand ready for my arrival, worm."

You snap your head upwards, heart pounding, and see him: Conquest hovering effortlessly, arms crossed, scars etched across his face, his single remaining eye coldly sizing you up.

"Your pitiful little planet," he continues calmly, drifting downward with slow, deliberate menace, "was given chance after chance. You could've joined us willingly, but you chose defiance." A cruel smile spreads across his face, the scars pulling tighter as his teeth gleam white amidst the dust and ruin. "Defiance I can respect, if it's strong enough. But yours is weak. Fragile. Pathetic."

He lands with a shuddering impact, dust and debris swirling around him like a storm. He straightens, towering over you effortlessly, his voice dripping with disdainful anticipation.

"So now, I will eat your heart," he said, flexing one hand like he could already feel it pulsing in his grip, "and make your people watch as I bring them into the Empire."