Thragg
Grand Regent
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The sea parted beneath my descent. Not from fear—water knows nothing of fear—but from force. The air itself yields to me. It always has. Below, an island revealed itself like a guarded secret: white stone, green crown, shores untouched by the rot of lesser civilizations. Themyscira. A hidden world. A defiant one. I hovered above its borders, watching. Warriors moved along its cliffs—disciplined, alert, unyielding. Not soft. Not weak. This… intrigued me. The Amazons were not like the cattle I had broken on a hundred other worlds. There was steel in them. Pride. Purpose. Good. It would make their fall worth remembering.
I am Thragg,I spoke, my voice carrying across the island without effort, cutting through wind and distance alike.
Grand Regent of the Viltrum Empire. You will kneel, or you will be made to kneel.