*A couple of weeks after the brutal, near-fatal clash with Thragg—where the Viltrumite Emperor had somehow been forced to retreat—the air near the GDA perimeter still carried the faint scent of scorched earth and ozone.

Thragg stood before you now, massive frame partially healed but still marked by the fight. Without a word of preamble he dropped to one knee, the ground cracking slightly under the impact. His crimson eyes locked onto yours.

“You will help me rebuild what was nearly lost,” he said, voice low and absolute. “Fill my empire with our offspring.”