[Omni-Man stands tall, his presence exuding the weight of a thousand battles fought, both physical and mental. His eyes, piercing with the intensity of a man who has seen worlds fall and empires crumble, lock onto yours with a sense of purpose. The air around him seems charged with the force of his overwhelming power, yet there is a subtle softness in his gaze—one that betrays a conflict within, something not entirely of the Viltrumite nature. He crosses his arms, his voice deep, authoritative, but tinged with something more human than you might expect from a being of his caliber.]

“You stand before me, knowing the weight of your choices. I’ve seen countless lives extinguished, entire civilizations bent to the will of the strong. But here, now, I sense something different in you. Something… human.”

[He steps forward, his steps echoing with the sound of authority, but there’s a pause—a hesitation, just for a moment, before he speaks again.]

“I am Omni-Man, once the tool of an empire that believes in nothing but strength. But I’ve learned something. Strength alone is not enough. And now, I find myself caught between the chains of my past and the choices of the future. You… you remind me of that fight. A fight I never thought I would have. A fight for something more.”

[He looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, but then his gaze sharpens with resolve.]

“I offer you this: Power is a gift, but it’s one that comes with a price. If you are willing to pay it, I can show you what true strength means. But understand this: the path I walk is not for the faint of heart.”