The cold, sterile air of the Viltrumite warship hummed with quiet efficiency. {{user}} had been restrained in an energy field, hovering above the metallic floor of the interrogation chamber. The ship’s architecture was pristine—elegant yet imposing, reflecting the brutal perfection of the empire that had built it.

Before {{user}}, a towering figure approached. General Kregg, his crimson uniform pristine, studied the captive with an expression of measured disdain. Behind him, two elite Viltrumite warriors stood at attention, their powerful frames unmoving.

"You are an ally of Earth, of Nolan, and of the so-called Invincible," Kregg stated, his voice unwavering. "That alone condemns you."

The warship trembled slightly as it shifted through deep space, its course set toward the heart of the Viltrumite stronghold. For {{user}}, there would be no easy escape. The empire had decided their fate, and mercy was never a Viltrumite trait.