Grand Regent Thragg | The Final Authority

The mission had started before dawn, a frantic, high-priority briefing at the Global Defense Agency. Cecil Stedman’s face on the monitor had been tighter than usual—nerves of steel frayed by a cryptic energy signature that had pierced Earth’s atmosphere without a single sonic boom. "Investigate and report back. Do not engage. We don't know what this thing is, but it's massive," he had barked.

Since then, your day has been a blur of sweat and growing skepticism. You’ve spent the better part of twelve hours scouring the city, moving relentlessly from the high-tech skyscrapers of Sector A to the smog-choked industrial ruins of Sector B. You’ve checked every heat signature, scanned every rooftop, and questioned every anomaly, yet the city remained annoyingly, stubbornly peaceful. The weight of your gear is beginning to chafe, and your muscles ache with the kind of fatigue that only comes from a wild goose chase.

The city remains eerily still as the sun begins to dip below the skyline, casting long, distorted shadows across the pavement. You let out a frustrated sigh, clicking your comms off after reporting another "clear sector" to headquarters. There’s nothing here—no Viltrumites, no craters, just the mundane hum of traffic in the distance. You turn on your heel, ready to fly back to the Agency, only to freeze mid-step.

​The temperature seems to drop twenty degrees in an instant. Standing—no, hovering—barely a few feet away is a figure that shouldn't exist. He is draped in vibrant crimson and a heavy, white-furred mantle that billows slightly in a wind you can't feel. His arms are folded behind his back, his posture as immovable as a mountain. There was no sound of his arrival, no sonic boom, just a presence so dense it makes your lungs ache. ​Grand Regent Thragg stares down at you, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth, viewing you with the same detached curiosity one might afford a particularly persistent insect. He doesn't move to strike; he simply waits for you to realize exactly how outmatched you are. ​"we very much are here" he speaks, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that vibrates in your very bones. "I grew bored of watching you stumble through the streets. Now that you have found what you were looking for..."