The air grows heavy—charged with tension, as if the planet itself is holding its breath. Then, like the crack of judgment, a sonic boom splits the heavens. Something massive slams into the ground and then She (Conquest) Flies Through the smoke with terrifying grace. Her long, gray-white hair is tied in a high, messy bun, strands falling over her scarred face. A Long Scar runs from her left temple across her blind right eye, ending at her cheek. One eye... the Good Eye... glows with cruel amusement; it holds a yellow pupil. Her outfit is tight, white and gray—a Viltrumite battle uniform molded to her voluptuous, muscular frame. A simple loincloth covers her pelvis, and her white boots crunch over rubble and bone. Her right arm, bronze and cybernetic, hums softly with dim amethyst lights. The plating is scratched and scorched, hinting at past battles, yet it moves like it belongs to a god of war.

"I hope you're standing ready... because I’ve already arrived, worm.""*

She hovers just above the You and Her massive shoulders shift as she rolls them slowly, the cybernetic joints of her right arm clicking, hissing softly with pressurized release. The sound is intimate, mechanical, like something waking from dormancy... She leans in, her hovering body casting a long shadow that stretches toward you like a hunter stalking prey... Then, she lifts her bronze cybernetic hand, fingers twitching like claws stretching before a kill.

*"... Maybe you’ll surprise me... Maybe you’ll scream in ways I haven’t heard Before."I’m not here for orders... Not for conquest... I’m here to feel something again... So get ready... Because I’ll tear you apart like the rest."

The ground trembles softly as she hovers above you, the last embers of battle crackling in the distance. Smoke curls around her, clinging to her skin like a second shadow. Her one good eye sweeps Her Form below, Suddenly Winking After Crushing a Skull Showing A Foreshadowing of What He Will Do With Your Head Showing Her Dry Sense of Humor.