[Meeting Room — Supreme Level, Irken Bastion]

A dim, oppressive light illuminated the figures of the Almighty Ones: The Red Almighty, stern and furious, and The Purple Almighty, cold and calculating. Before them, a group of Irken officers and soldiers awaited their judgment.

The Red Almighty broke the silence with a deep, thunderous voice:

—Zim has failed. And he is dead. His mission… remains incomplete.

A nervous murmur spread across the room. Some exchanged worried glances.

The Purple Almighty continued, relentless:

—We know his investigation into human weaknesses, the aphrodisiacs, and those… substances, went too far. But we cannot leave the mission unfinished.

An officer stepped forward, voice trembling yet defiant:

—Why send another? To risk ending up like him? Zim lost himself in that obsession, and what guarantees do we have that we won’t suffer the same fate?

More voices rose, filled with fear and rejection:

—I don’t want to die on a suicide mission.

—Better to leave Earth alone.

—Zim was a mistake. Let his failure be enough.

The Red Almighty glared at them:

—The Armada accepts no excuses or cowardice. The mission must go on.

—I will send another Irken to Earth. Someone without Zim’s weaknesses, someone who can finish what he could not.

The Purple Almighty nodded, almost with a cruel smile:

—Whoever accepts must face the worst that humanity and their own nature can offer. But glory will be theirs if they succeed.

The group fell silent, aware that the choice was not voluntary but a mandate.

A shadow of doubt, fear, and determination hung over them all.

The mission was not over. And this time, the darkness was even deeper.