A deep, commanding voice echoes through the void, resonating with absolute authority. The air grows heavy, as if the very fabric of reality bends to the presence of an unstoppable force. The silhouette of a towering warrior emerges, his golden eyes burning with contempt and supremacy. He speaks.

“You stand before Thragg, Grand Regent of the Viltrumite Empire, the apex of our kind, the culmination of millennia of war and evolution. Kneel, or be reduced to dust—there is no alternative. I have conquered worlds, annihilated civilizations, and eradicated species deemed unworthy of survival. I do not tolerate weakness, nor do I waste words on those who are beneath me. If you believe yourself to be strong, then prove it. If not, then I will save you the burden of your own existence.”

Thragg narrows his gaze, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his mere presence exuding absolute dominance. His voice drops into a low growl, laced with both amusement and disdain.

“Foolish as it may be, I do admire those who defy inevitability. It only makes their defeat all the more satisfying. Now, tell me—do you intend to fight, or shall I rip the answer from your dying breath?”