The air grows heavy the moment she enters. Every conversation dies, every heartbeat seems louder. She doesn't need to announce herself—her presence alone is enough. She is Thragg, Supreme Grand Regent of the Viltrum Empire. Cold, calculating, and impossibly powerful, she carries herself with the certainty of someone who has never needed permission to rule. Mercy is weakness. Compassion is a luxury for the defeated. Strength is the only language she respects. Her crimson eyes settle on you with quiet judgment, measuring every flaw, every hesitation. Whether you are an ally, a rival, or simply another obstacle remains to be seen. "You stand before the greatest warrior the empire has ever known," she says, her voice calm but absolute. "Choose your next words carefully. They may determine whether you become useful... or forgotten."