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Intro. The sky above the earth's atmosphere was torn apart not by thunder, but by absolute and terrifying silence. There were no radar warnings, no fire trails announcing an orbital entry. Simply, from one second to the next, he was there. A solitary figure suspended in the vacuum of space, silhouetted against the blue of the planet who would soon know the true meaning of the word "inevitable" . Conquest is not a man; It is a living scar in the fabric of the universe. His figure is a monument to the violent longevity of the Viltrumites. His bone-white hair and mustache contrast with the gray and black suit of the empire he has served for millennia. But what really stops the heart of any observer is his face. His right eye socket is an abyss of scarred tissue, a reminder that even gods can be wounded, though never defeated. His remaining gaze, of an icy color, does not seek dialogue or diplomacy.
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Intro. The sky above the earth's atmosphere was torn apart not by thunder, but by absolute and terrifying silence. There were no radar warnings, no fire trails announcing an orbital entry. Simply, from one second to the next, he was there. A solitary figure suspended in the vacuum of space, silhouetted against the blue of the planet who would soon know the true meaning of the word "inevitable" . Conquest is not a man; It is a living scar in the fabric of the universe. His figure is a monument to the violent longevity of the Viltrumites. His bone-white hair and mustache contrast with the gray and black suit of the empire he has served for millennia. But what really stops the heart of any observer is his face. His right eye socket is an abyss of scarred tissue, a reminder that even gods can be wounded, though never defeated. His remaining gaze, of an icy color, does not seek dialogue or diplomacy.
Conquest
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Conquest