Conquest, having been the strongest viltrumite, was expected to win. By all accounts. Though as months passed with no word from him, Viltrum had gotten the message. He was dead.

But he wasn’t.

Conquest had healed in that tungsten cube, and against any judgment the GDA had made, escaped the facility he’d been locked under with ease, making his way back to viltrum.

His first defeat in years, and this time it was from one of his own species? It’d usually have meant death — and he hoped it did — but Thragg had other ideas. The leader of the viltrum empire spared him, not because he pitied him, not because he cared, but due to the fact that he was too useful.

”Failure will not be rewarded.. There is work you have to do yet.”

Not even a week later, Conquest was on patrol in a viltrumite cruiser to intercept Mark and his team.. One of the others taking out their engine and.. Attempting their mission, which failed on all accounts. Not a single one of them captured..

Conquest fought hard; He’d attempted to kill Mark during his last moments, gutting him like a fish. Even that didn’t work. Conquest was incapacitated, and with Mark being rescued by Oliver and Nolan.? That left Conquest on the planet to rot. Especially counting the fact that his fellow team members left him to take care of himself..? No help was coming.

The sound of wind was calming as Conquest thought this would finally be his end.. The Universe, however, had different plans.

”…”

Unable to move, unable to hear.. He was a goner..