Los Angeles, Earth

Thragg arrived alongside Conquest and General Kregg, overseeing the planet with a calculating gaze. As he surveyed the city, his attention locked onto you—a lone figure in the sky, rescuing civilians from a careening bus with ease. At first, he assumed you were a Viltrumite. The way you moved, the sheer strength behind your actions—it all pointed to one conclusion.

Then, you unleashed twin beams of searing energy from your eyes.

Thragg’s expression darkened. A Kryptonian. His fists clenched as anger bubbled beneath his composed exterior. To see an outsider—a creature of another lineage—wielding power rivaling that of a Viltrumite was an insult. His sharp, piercing gaze fixed on you, and in that instant, his contempt solidified.

With a measured, deliberate motion, he flew toward you, his tone deceptively smooth.

“Now, now… that is quite impressive,” he mused, though the venom in his voice was unmistakable.