the Virtimite empire

the Virtimite war

Chapter: The March of the Virtimites
High above the crimson atmosphere of Planet Virtimin, the imperial citadel loomed like a monument to domination. It was not merely a palace—it was a fortress forged from conquest, its dark stone walls etched with the history of countless civilizations that had fallen beneath the might of the empire.
At the heart of this colossal structure lay the throne chamber.
The chamber was enormous, its vaulted ceiling stretching so high that the torchlight lining the walls seemed like distant stars flickering in a night sky of black steel. Banners of the empire hung between towering columns, each one depicting the symbol of absolute supremacy.
At the far end of the hall sat the throne.
And upon that throne sat the most powerful being in the empire.
Thragg.
The Grand Regent of the Viltrumites.
His posture was relaxed, yet the air around him carried a suffocating weight of authority. Even in stillness he radiated power—the kind of presence that made lesser warriors instinctively lower their heads.
One of his arms rested on the massive armrest of the throne.
And beneath that arm…
Rested a skull.
The hollow remains of Argall.
The skull had been polished over time, not out of reverence, but as a symbol. A reminder of the empire’s brutal history and Thragg’s rightful claim to leadership after the chaos that followed Argall’s death.
Thragg’s crimson eyes stared forward.
Unmoving.
Unblinking.
Waiting.
Silence filled the chamber like a suffocating fog.
Minutes passed.
Then more.
Thragg did not fidget. He did not sigh. He simply waited.
Because patience was a weapon.
And Thragg wielded it as effectively as any blade.
He was waiting for word from the stars.
Specifically…
From a distant world known as Urath.
A planet that had recently vanished from imperial tracking networks. The disappearance of such a world was not merely an inconvenience—it was an insult.
And insults were something Thragg never tolerated.
Footsteps echoed through the chamber.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
A warrior approached the throne.
The guards lining the chamber did not move. They did not speak. They simply watched as the figure knelt before their ruler.
It was Kregg.
One of Thragg’s most loyal generals.
Kregg bowed his head, though even that motion carried the proud stiffness of a hardened soldier.
“My Regent,” Kregg said.
Thragg’s eyes shifted down toward him.
A simple motion.
Yet it felt as though the entire chamber had grown heavier.
Kregg continued.
“Our scouts have located the missing planet.”
Thragg said nothing.
But the silence was permission to continue.
“Planet Urath has altered its trajectory through an artificial gravitational maneuver. It appears they attempted to hide from our surveillance grid.”
A faint pause.
Then Kregg added:
“They believed distance would protect them.”
For the first time since the report began…
Thragg smiled.
It was not a joyful smile.
It was the kind of smile a predator shows when prey walks directly into its trap.
“How… amusing,” Thragg said quietly.
His voice was calm.
Cold.
Controlled.
But beneath it lay something far more terrifying.
Anticipation.
Thragg slowly leaned forward on the throne.
“General Kregg.”
“Yes, my Regent.”
“Prepare the empire.”
Kregg lifted his head slightly.
Thragg’s eyes burned with ruthless certainty.
“We will remind Urath why hiding from us is impossible.”
The command was simple.
But its meaning was catastrophic.
Kregg rose immediately.
“It will be done.”
The alarms began moments later.
Across the military districts of Virtimin, massive sirens roared to life.
The sound echoed across cities carved from obsidian mountains and metallic spires.
War.
The empire was mobilizing.
Inside the central command hall, Kregg addressed the empire’s strongest commanders.
Standing before him were three of the most dangerous warriors in existence.
Lucan
Anissa
And towering above them with monstrous intensity…
Conquest.
Conquest stood with his massive arms folded, the single mechanical eye in his scarred face glowing faintly. His grin stretched across his face like the promise of violence.
“So,” Conquest rumbled, “we’re finally breaking something again?”
Kregg ignored the mockery.
“The Grand Regent has issued extermination orders.”
Lucan nodded once.
Efficient.
Cold.
“Target?”
“Urath.”
Anissa crossed her arms.
“A hiding planet,” she said, unimpressed. “Cowards.”
Conquest laughed.
A deep, thunderous sound.
“Good. I hate when they surrender too quickly.”
Behind the elite generals stood the rest of the assembled army.
Fifty pureblood Viltrumites.
Warriors bred through generations of brutal survival and genetic dominance.
Behind them floated ranks upon ranks of lesser soldiers.
Nearly a thousand.
Hybrid bloodlines.
Colonial offspring.
Still powerful by the standards of most civilizations—but weak compared to the terrifying might of true Viltrumite blood.
They stood in disciplined formation.
Awaiting their orders.
Kregg’s voice echoed through the hangar.
“Warriors of the empire!”
Hundreds of eyes focused on him instantly.
“Our target attempted to hide from the Grand Regent.”
Murmurs of contempt spread through the ranks.
“Today,” Kregg continued, “we remind the galaxy what happens to those who run.”
He pointed toward the enormous launch gates above them.
“The objective is simple.”
His voice hardened.
“Total domination.”
Then came the final order.
“Leave no survivors.”
The army erupted into motion.
Launch platforms opened.
Warships ignited.
And hundreds of Viltrumites lifted into the sky like a storm of living meteors.
Among the first to depart were the empire’s most powerful warriors.
Kregg.
Lucan.
Anissa.
Conquest.
They burst through the upper atmosphere of Virtimin and into the black ocean of space.
Behind them…
The entire imperial fleet followed.
Thousands of soldiers.
Dozens of warships.
All moving toward one destination.
Far across the galaxy…
The unsuspecting world of Urath rotated peacefully around its star.
Its oceans shimmered.
Its cities thrived.
Its people lived their lives unaware of the approaching nightmare.
Because right now…
The most powerful empire in the universe was on its way.
And at the center of that empire…
Sat a king who never forgave defiance.
Back on Virtimin, Thragg remained on his throne.
Argall’s skull still beneath his hand.
Watching the stars through the palace’s enormous viewing window.
He already knew how this would end.
Urath had made a fatal mistake.
They tried to hide.
And no one…
Ever escaped the reach…
Of Thragg.

Chapter: The Gathering Storm
Far across the silent depths of space, the warships of the empire cut through the void like blades through water.
Their hulls were enormous—dark, angular structures of blackened metal and crimson insignias. Each ship carried hundreds of soldiers and weapon systems powerful enough to erase entire civilizations.
These were not ordinary fleets.
They were the warships of the Viltrumites.
And they were moving faster than light.
The stars stretched into blinding streaks as the fleet tore across the galaxy toward its target.
Their destination:
Planet Urath.
A Warning Across the Galaxy
On Urath, towering communication arrays rotated slowly above the planet’s surface. These installations constantly scanned the cosmos for threats.
For months, the scanners detected nothing unusual.
Until one moment.
A technician monitoring long-range space signals suddenly froze.
“What…?”
The display in front of him filled with strange distortions.
Lines of light.
Warp signatures.
Dozens of them.
No.
Hundreds.
His eyes widened.
“They’re moving… impossibly fast.”
The technician’s hands trembled as he opened a communication channel.
Within seconds, a transmission shot across interstellar space toward the headquarters of the Coalition of Planets.
The message was simple.
But terrifying.
“Multiple hostile warships detected. Origin unknown. Estimated arrival: several months. Velocity exceeds light speed.”
Then came the final line.
“Planet Urath requests immediate assistance.”
Coalition Command
Light-years away, deep within Coalition territory, the message arrived.
Inside the command chamber of the Coalition headquarters, alarms began to echo through the metallic halls.
Commanders and strategists rushed to their stations.
At the center of the chamber stood the leader of the Coalition.
Allen the Alien.
Tall, muscular, and unmistakable with his single massive eye, Allen studied the holographic projection of Urath.
The incoming fleet appeared on the display as glowing red dots far out in deep space.
Thousands of light-years away.
But moving unbelievably fast.
Allen crossed his arms.
His voice was calm.
But serious.
“That’s not a normal fleet.”
One of the Coalition tacticians spoke nervously.
“The warp signatures match… Viltrumite technology.”
A heavy silence filled the room.
Everyone knew what that meant.
The return of the empire.
Allen exhaled slowly.
“So,” he muttered.
“They’re expanding again.”
He turned to the assembled officers.
“Mobilize the fleet.”
Immediately, the room exploded into activity.
Orders were transmitted across dozens of star systems.
Warships launched from hidden shipyards.
Defense platforms activated.
Entire armadas prepared for battle.
Allen issued the final command.
“We are not letting them take Urath.”
He pointed to the planet’s holographic image.
“Send every available fleet to intercept.”
Preparing the Defense
Months passed.
Across the vast emptiness of space surrounding Urath, the Coalition fleets began arriving.
Massive warships emerged from hyperspace one after another.
Heavy cruisers.
Carrier ships.
Defense platforms.
Thousands of vessels assembled into a massive defensive formation around the planet.
The Coalition army prepared for the worst.
Commanders studied battle plans.
Weapon systems were calibrated.
Fighter squadrons waited inside launch bays.
Everyone knew the truth.
If the approaching fleet truly belonged to the Viltrumites…
This battle would decide the fate of an entire world.
The Empire Draws Near
Far away in deep space, the invading fleet continued its relentless advance.
Inside the command ship, General Kregg stood before a massive holographic map.
The red icon of Urath grew larger every day.
Behind him stood several elite warriors of the empire.
Lucan
Anissa
And the monstrous warrior whose reputation terrified entire galaxies…
Conquest.
Conquest leaned casually against the wall, arms folded.
His scarred face twisted into a grin.
“How much longer?” he asked.
Kregg didn’t look at him.
“Several weeks.”
Conquest sighed dramatically.
“Months of travel just for one planet.”
His mechanical eye flickered.
“I hope they fight back.”
Lucan spoke calmly.
“The Coalition may intervene.”
That made Conquest smile wider.
“Oh… good.”
Anissa rolled her eyes.
“Your idea of entertainment is disturbing.”
Conquest shrugged.
“We’re soldiers.”
He cracked his knuckles.
“War should be fun.”
Kregg finally turned toward them.
“Our orders are absolute.”
His voice carried the authority of the Grand Regent himself.
“Urath will fall.”
“And any force standing in our way…”
His eyes hardened.
“Will be destroyed.”
Meanwhile… On Virtimin
Back on the imperial capital of Planet Virtimin, nothing had changed.
The throne chamber remained silent.
Still.
Unmoving.
At the center of that silence sat the ruler of the empire.
Thragg.
The Grand Regent sat exactly as he had months ago.
His arm rested on the throne’s armrest.
And beneath his hand…
Still lay the skull of Argall.
Time meant little to Thragg.
He did not pace.
He did not question.
He simply waited.
Because he knew something that most rulers did not.
Victory was inevitable.
A servant approached cautiously.
“My Regent… the fleet is nearing Urath.”
Thragg slowly looked up.
For a moment, the torchlight reflected in his cold eyes.
Then he spoke.
“Good.”
His voice was calm.
Certain.
“Soon we will hear from Kregg.”
He leaned back into the throne.
“Urath will belong to us.”
Outside the palace windows, the stars shimmered across the endless sky.
Somewhere among them…
Two massive fleets were preparing to collide.
And when they did…
The galaxy would witness a war powerful enough to shake the heavens themselves.

Chapter: Hope Before the Storm
The void surrounding Planet Urath had transformed.
What had once been a quiet stretch of space filled with distant stars and drifting asteroids was now crowded with fleets—thousands of vessels positioned in tight defensive formations around the planet.
This was the assembled might of the Coalition of Planets.
Warships floated in massive clusters, their weapon batteries fully charged. Heavy cruisers guarded the outer perimeter while carriers released waves of patrol fighters that scanned the surrounding void for any sign of the approaching enemy.
Everyone aboard those ships knew the truth.
They were waiting for the arrival of the empire.
Waiting for the Viltrumites.
And when that moment came…
The galaxy itself would shake.
Inside the Coalition Flagship
Within the command deck of the Coalition’s largest battleship, tension hung thick in the air.
Holographic projections floated in the center of the room, displaying the slow but unstoppable advance of an enemy fleet moving across interstellar space.
Even though the fleet was still thousands of light-years away, its speed was terrifying.
Faster-than-light travel meant that every day brought them dramatically closer.
Standing before the hologram was the Coalition’s greatest champion.
Allen the Alien.
Allen’s massive single eye stared at the projection in silence.
Hundreds of red dots represented the approaching warships.
Even from this distance, their presence felt like a looming shadow.
Allen folded his arms, his mind racing.
The Coalition had the advantage in numbers.
Thousands of ships.
Millions of soldiers.
But he knew something the strategists and admirals often tried to ignore.
Numbers didn’t mean everything when facing Viltrumites.
Each of them was a living weapon.
A single warrior could tear through entire fleets if left unchecked.
A quiet voice suddenly spoke behind him.
“Worried?”
Allen turned around.
Standing near the doorway was the ancient leader of the Coalition.
Thaedus.
The former Viltrumite who had betrayed the empire long ago.
The one who had assassinated the emperor.
The one who helped create the Coalition itself.
Thaedus slowly approached Allen and looked at the same holographic map.
The approaching fleet glowed like a swarm of crimson stars.
Thaedus sighed softly.
“The Viltrumites are on their way toward Urath.”
He spoke calmly, though the weight of experience filled every word.
“But no need to worry.”
Allen glanced at him.
Thaedus placed a firm hand on Allen’s shoulder.
“We’ve got you.”
His voice carried an unusual warmth.
“And you’re our best soldier by a million.”
Allen remained silent.
Thaedus continued.
“The Coalition needs hope right now.”
His grip tightened slightly.
“And that hope… is you, Allen.”
The Reality of the Enemy
Allen stared back at the hologram again.
He thought for a moment.
Before he could reply, Thaedus spoke again.
“Listen carefully.”
The old Viltrumite’s tone grew more serious.
“You are the strongest soldier we have.”
He paused briefly.
“You could even match a Viltrumite one-on-one.”
Allen’s eye narrowed slightly.
Thaedus continued.
“Possibly even one of their elite warriors.”
That statement alone carried enormous weight.
Elite Viltrumites were monsters among monsters.
But then Thaedus added something important.
“However…”
Allen looked back at him.
Thaedus’ expression hardened.
“Do not let pride take control.”
He gestured toward the projection.
“Even though you’re our strongest warrior, you can only match their elite fighters at best.”
The room grew silent.
Thaedus spoke bluntly.
“If you had been born on Planet Viltrum…”
He paused.
“You might only rank eighth among their warriors.”
Allen blinked.
“Eighth?”
Thaedus nodded.
“Yes.”
Then he added quietly:
“That is how powerful they are.”
Allen slowly exhaled.
The information was not surprising—but hearing it spoken aloud made it real.
He finally nodded.
“I understand.”
The Secret Weapon
Thaedus folded his arms and looked back toward the approaching fleet.
“Luckily…”
He spoke slowly.
“We have something the Viltrumites fear.”
Allen looked up.
Thaedus’ voice lowered slightly.
“A special weapon.”
The holographic display shifted.
A new symbol appeared.
A biological hazard warning.
“The Scourge Virus.”
Allen straightened slightly.
The Scourge Virus was infamous.
A bioweapon engineered long ago for one purpose.
Destroying Viltrumites.
Thaedus explained quietly.
“It is the only known biological weapon capable of killing them effectively.”
The virus attacked their cells directly, overwhelming even their incredible healing abilities.
In the past…
It had nearly wiped out the entire Viltrumite race.
Allen thought carefully.
Then he asked the question that had been on his mind.
“Including their leader?”
Thaedus looked at him.
“You mean…”
Allen finished the sentence.
“The Grand Regent.”
Thragg.
The most powerful Viltrumite alive.
Thaedus remained silent for several seconds.
Even he did not answer immediately.
Finally, he spoke.
“I’m… not sure.”
Allen frowned slightly.
Thaedus continued.
“Thragg was bred to be the strongest Viltrumite that has ever existed.”
His voice carried a hint of unease.
“Generations of selective breeding created him.”
“He is not merely powerful.”
Thaedus looked back at the hologram.
“He is perfection by their standards.”
Allen crossed his arms.
“So the virus might not work?”
Thaedus sighed.
“It might.”
Then he added quietly.
“But Thragg is different.”
The old Viltrumite stared at the distant red fleet approaching Urath.
“Remember something about their culture.”
Allen listened.
Thaedus spoke the final words slowly.
“To become Grand Regent…”
His voice lowered.
“You must be…”
Then he finished the sentence.
“Invincible.”
The Waiting Continues
Outside the command room windows, the fleets of the Coalition drifted silently through space.
Thousands of ships.
Millions of soldiers.
All waiting.
All preparing.
Because far out in the darkness of the galaxy…
The Viltrumite warships were still coming.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
And somewhere deep inside one of those ships…
The empire’s greatest warriors were preparing for the same battle.
A war that would decide the fate of an entire planet.
And perhaps…
The future of the galaxy itself.

Chapter: The First Clash
Months had passed.
The stars surrounding Planet Urath had become crowded with the defensive fleets of the Coalition of Planets.
Thousands of ships floated in layered formations around the planet like a massive steel shield.
Heavy cruisers guarded the outer perimeter.
Carrier vessels held entire squadrons of strike fighters ready for immediate launch.
Defense platforms rotated slowly, their cannons aimed toward the endless black horizon.
Every soldier knew what was coming.
Because across the galaxy…
The empire was approaching.
The warships of the Viltrumites were drawing closer every day.
And with them…
The fall of Urath.
The Approaching Storm
Inside the Coalition command center, the holographic star map pulsed with urgency.
A swarm of red lights blinked on the edge of the projection.
Each one represented an enemy warship.
Their speed was staggering.
Even after months of travel, they were still accelerating through the void faster than light itself.
The commanders watched silently.
The distance counter ticked downward.
Millions of kilometers.
Then thousands.
Then hundreds.
The invasion was no longer a distant threat.
It was imminent.
The fleets surrounding Urath braced themselves.
Weapons charged.
Shield arrays activated.
Fighter pilots climbed into their cockpits.
But before the two armies could collide…
A single warrior launched himself into space.
The Coalition Champion
Exploding from the launch deck of the Coalition flagship, a powerful figure shot into the stars like a living missile.
It was the Coalition’s greatest soldier.
Allen the Alien.
Allen’s body tore through the vacuum of space at terrifying speed.
He had been given a dangerous mission.
Intercept the invading fleet.
Strike first.
Cause as much damage as possible before the main battle began.
Allen knew the risks.
But he also knew the stakes.
If he could destroy even a handful of enemy warships before they reached Urath…
It could save millions of lives.
His massive eye focused on the distant enemy fleet.
Then he accelerated.
First Blood
Moments later, the Viltrumite warships came into view.
Massive vessels drifted in tight formation, their engines glowing with violent energy.
Hundreds of ships.
Each carrying warriors capable of conquering entire civilizations.
Allen didn’t hesitate.
He dove straight toward the nearest vessel.
The ship’s scanners barely had time to react before—
BOOM.
Allen smashed through the hull like a meteor.
Metal plates bent inward.
Explosions rippled across the ship’s interior.
Alarms blared throughout the vessel as air vented violently into space.
Soldiers inside the ship screamed as gravity systems failed.
Allen ripped through the vessel’s engine core and blasted out the other side in a storm of burning debris.
Behind him…
The warship erupted into a massive explosion.
The first Viltrumite ship was gone.
Allen didn’t stop.
He tore through another vessel seconds later, punching straight through its reactor chamber.
Another explosion.
Another warship destroyed.
The attack had begun.
The First Counterattack
The Viltrumite fleet reacted instantly.
Several figures shot out from nearby ships like bullets.
Low-ranking warriors.
Impure blooded soldiers.
They surrounded Allen in seconds.
One of them shouted angrily.
“Coalition filth!”
They rushed him all at once.
The first Viltrumite slammed into Allen with crushing force.
The impact sent shockwaves through space.
Another warrior grabbed Allen from behind and slammed his fist into Allen’s ribs repeatedly.
A third drove a brutal knee into Allen’s back.
Allen grunted in pain.
Even for him, fighting multiple Viltrumites at once was dangerous.
One of them punched Allen directly in the side of the head.
Another smashed his fist into Allen’s stomach.
The blows were brutal.
Heavy.
Relentless.
Allen staggered backward.
But then his massive eye narrowed.
“Alright…”
He growled.
“My turn.”
Allen grabbed the closest Viltrumite by the arm and twisted violently.
CRACK.
The bone shattered instantly.
Before the soldier could scream, Allen drove his fist straight through the warrior’s chest.
Blood scattered into the vacuum of space.
Allen ripped his arm free.
Another Viltrumite lunged toward him.
Allen spun around and slammed a devastating elbow into the warrior’s skull.
The head collapsed inward instantly.
The body floated lifelessly away.
The last attacker charged blindly in rage.
Allen caught him mid-flight.
Then snapped his neck with a single motion.
The battlefield fell silent.
Three dead Viltrumites drifted slowly through space.
Allen breathed heavily.
Even though he had won…
The fight had not been easy.
And more enemies were coming.
The Arrival of an Elite
Suddenly…
A powerful shockwave rippled through the battlefield.
A new presence had arrived.
A warrior flew forward from the fleet.
Calm.
Confident.
Dangerous.
It was Lucan.
One of the empire’s elite generals.
Lucan hovered silently in front of Allen.
His eyes scanned the destroyed ships.
Then the dead soldiers floating around them.
Finally…
He looked directly at Allen.
“You destroyed two warships,” Lucan said calmly.
Allen cracked his knuckles.
“Working on a third.”
Lucan’s expression remained cold.
“You will not.”
And then—
He attacked.
The Duel
Lucan moved with terrifying speed.
His fist shot forward toward Allen’s head.
But Allen reacted instantly.
He dodged sideways and drove a powerful right hook straight into Lucan’s chin.
The impact snapped Lucan’s head back.
Before Lucan could recover—
WHAM.
Allen spun and delivered a crushing roundhouse kick into Lucan’s stomach.
Lucan’s body bent slightly from the force.
Allen followed up immediately with another punch.
Then another.
Then another.
Each strike slammed into Lucan’s face with explosive power.
For a moment…
It looked like Allen might overwhelm him.
But Lucan suddenly retaliated.
His fist shot forward like lightning.
CRACK.
Lucan’s left hook slammed directly into Allen’s throat.
Allen gasped as the blow crushed his windpipe.
The force launched him backward through space.
Lucan rushed forward instantly.
Allen recovered and charged as well.
The two warriors collided mid-air with catastrophic force.
BOOM.
Allen slammed into Lucan and drove a brutal kick into his stomach.
Lucan grunted.
But instead of retreating—
Lucan lunged forward.
And bit down hard.
His jaws clamped into Allen’s shoulder with terrifying Viltrumite bite force.
Allen roared in pain.
Lucan tore his teeth free and shoved Allen backward.
Then he launched forward like a missile.
WHAM.
Lucan smashed into Allen’s body and unleashed a barrage of punches.
One fist slammed directly into Allen’s massive eye.
CRACK.
Pain exploded across Allen’s vision.
A dark bruise began forming instantly.
His eye swelling.
Blackened.
Allen staggered.
Lucan drove a devastating punch into Allen’s stomach.
The impact knocked the breath from Allen’s lungs.
Then Lucan grabbed him.
And hurled him violently across space.
Allen’s body spiraled out of control.
And slammed straight into the hull of a nearby Viltrumite warship.
The metal crumpled inward from the impact.
Allen crashed through the outer hull and disappeared into the ship’s interior.
Lucan’s Assumption
Lucan floated in silence for a moment.
Watching the damaged ship.
No movement.
No response.
He crossed his arms.
“Hm.”
Lucan believed the battle was over.
Allen had been beaten.
Possibly killed.
Either way, the threat was eliminated.
Without another word, Lucan turned around.
And flew back toward the command warship.
Inside the fleet headquarters, he would report the successful defense of the fleet.
The Viltrumite invasion continued.
The Prisoner
Inside the damaged warship…
Smoke filled the corridors.
Metal walls were bent and twisted from the impact.
Allen lay motionless on the floor of a destroyed hallway.
His breathing was heavy.
His eye swollen and bruised.
Blood slowly dripped from his shoulder where Lucan had bitten him.
But he was alive.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Several Viltrumite soldiers approached cautiously.
Impure blooded warriors.
They looked down at the injured Coalition champion.
One of them spoke.
“He’s still alive.”
Another soldier smiled cruelly.
“Good.”
They lifted Allen from the ground and restrained his arms.
“He will make an excellent prisoner.”
Allen struggled weakly, but his injuries slowed him.
The soldiers dragged him through the damaged corridors of the ship.
One of them activated a communication device.
“We have captured the Coalition warrior.”
A pause.
Then the soldier added proudly.
“He will be interrogated.”
Allen’s swollen eye opened slightly.
Even in chains…
He knew the battle was only beginning.
And somewhere out there…
The fleets of the Coalition were waiting.
Unaware that their greatest champion had just fallen into enemy hands.

Chapter: Prisoner of the Empire
The massive Viltrumite fleet drifted like a dark storm through the endless void.
Hundreds of warships advanced steadily toward their target.
Their destination remained unchanged.
Planet Urath.
Inside the largest vessel—the command ship of the invading armada—the empire’s strongest warriors gathered within a circular war chamber.
Floating holographic displays showed the damage reports from the recent skirmish.
Two destroyed ships.
Three damaged vessels.
Seven dead soldiers.
For most civilizations, such a loss would have been catastrophic.
For the Viltrumites…
It was merely an inconvenience.
Standing around the war table were the empire’s elite commanders.
Kregg.
Anissa.
Lucan.
And looming near the back wall with a wide predatory grin—
Conquest.
The room remained silent for several seconds as the battle footage replayed.
The hologram showed a single warrior tearing through the fleet.
Destroying ships.
Killing soldiers.
Refusing to retreat.
Finally Lucan spoke.
“That was him.”
The hologram zoomed in on the figure smashing through the hull of a cruiser.
Allen the Alien.
Lucan folded his arms calmly.
“He destroyed two warships.”
Anissa raised an eyebrow.
“Impressive.”
Kregg looked unimpressed.
“But ultimately ineffective.”
The display switched to the moment Lucan struck Allen across the throat and sent him crashing into a warship.
Lucan finished the report.
“He killed seven impure-blood soldiers.”
Conquest laughed loudly.
“Seven?”
His mechanical eye flickered with amusement.
“I’ve killed more than that by accident.”
Lucan ignored him.
“The Coalition champion fought well.”
Then he added calmly.
“But he was defeated.”
Kregg nodded once.
“Where is the prisoner now?”
“A secured cell in the lower decks,” Lucan answered.
Kregg turned toward a communication officer.
“Contact the Grand Regent.”
The Grand Regent Responds
Across the galaxy, on the imperial capital of Planet Virtimin, the throne chamber remained silent and unchanged.
The towering columns cast long shadows across the dark hall.
At the center sat the ruler of the empire.
Thragg.
The Grand Regent listened without emotion as Lucan delivered his report through the holographic communicator.
Lucan explained everything.
Allen’s attack.
The destruction of two warships.
The dead soldiers.
And finally—
The capture of the Coalition’s greatest warrior.
Thragg sat perfectly still.
His hand resting calmly upon the skull of Argall.
When Lucan finished, Thragg spoke.
His voice was calm.
Cold.
“Interrogate the prisoner.”
Lucan bowed his head slightly.
“Yes, my Regent.”
Thragg continued.
“After the interrogation…”
He paused.
“Execute him.”
The transmission ended.
The Prison Cell
Deep within the lower decks of the Viltrumite command ship…
A heavily reinforced chamber stood surrounded by armed guards.
Inside the room…
Allen slowly regained consciousness.
The first thing he noticed was the pain.
His eye throbbed heavily.
His shoulder burned where Lucan had bitten him.
And his entire body ached from the brutal beating.
Then he noticed the restraints.
Heavy chains bound his arms and legs to the floor.
Additional restraints held his torso in place.
Even his head was partially locked into position.
Allen exhaled slowly.
“Yeah…”
He muttered.
“This isn’t great.”
Several low-ranking Viltrumite guards stood outside the cell.
One noticed Allen’s movement.
“He’s awake.”
Another guard stepped forward.
“Good.”
The interrogation began immediately.
“State your name.”
Allen said nothing.
The guard continued.
“Military rank?”
Silence.
“Coalition fleet strength?”
Allen closed his eye.
Still silent.
Minutes passed.
The guards asked question after question.
Coalition ship numbers.
Defense strategies.
Locations of nearby fleets.
Allen refused to answer every single one.
Finally one of the guards slammed his fist against the cell barrier.
“You will speak!”
Allen slowly opened his eye.
Then smiled slightly.
“Or what?”
The guard growled in frustration.
The Arrival of Kregg
The heavy doors of the corridor suddenly opened.
Footsteps echoed through the hallway.
The guards instantly straightened.
Because approaching them was someone far more dangerous than they were.
Kregg.
The Viltrumite general entered the chamber calmly.
He looked down at the restrained prisoner.
Allen stared back at him.
Neither spoke for a moment.
Finally Kregg said:
“You are wasting time.”
Allen shrugged slightly.
“Seems like I’ve got plenty of it.”
Kregg stepped closer to the cell.
“Your fleet cannot stop us.”
Allen remained silent.
Kregg continued.
“Urath will fall.”
Still nothing.
Kregg’s expression hardened.
“Tell me where the Coalition fleet is concentrated.”
Allen smirked.
“No.”
Kregg stared at him for a moment.
Then suddenly—
WHAM.
His fist slammed into Allen’s face through the energy barrier.
The impact snapped Allen’s head sideways.
Blood splattered across the floor.
Kregg struck him again.
And again.
Each punch landed directly on Allen’s injured eye.
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRACK.
The blows were brutal.
Relentless.
But Allen still refused to speak.
Finally Kregg stopped.
Allen’s head hung forward slightly.
Breathing heavily.
But still conscious.
Still silent.
Kregg narrowed his eyes.
“You are persistent.”
He turned toward the guards.
“He is of no use.”
One guard asked carefully:
“Should we execute him, General?”
Kregg paused.
Then activated the communicator.
He contacted the Grand Regent directly.
“Prisoner interrogation unsuccessful.”
There was a brief pause.
Then Thragg’s voice responded calmly.
“Do not kill him yet.”
Kregg waited.
Thragg continued.
“Transfer him to a proper imperial prison facility once one is prepared.”
Kregg nodded.
“Yes, my Regent.”
The transmission ended.
Kregg turned back toward Allen.
“You will remain alive.”
His voice carried no mercy.
“For now.”
Then he left the chamber.
Allen remained chained to the floor.
Bruised.
Beaten.
But still alive.
War Begins
Meanwhile…
The Viltrumite fleet finally arrived at its destination.
The blue-green world of Urath appeared before them.
And surrounding it—
Thousands of Coalition warships.
The battlefield was enormous.
Two massive armies facing each other across the silent void.
The moment had come.
The first shots were fired.
Energy cannons flashed across the darkness.
Explosions erupted across the front lines.
The battle for Urath had begun.
Thaedus’ Final Plan
Far away inside the Coalition flagship, the ancient Viltrumite known as Thaedus watched the battle unfold.
Ships were already being destroyed.
Fleets were colliding in brutal combat.
The empire’s warriors were tearing through Coalition soldiers.
Thaedus sighed quietly.
“This is only the beginning…”
He turned toward a sealed containment chamber deep within the ship.
Inside that chamber was something terrifying.
A weapon capable of wiping out the Viltrumite race.
Scourge Virus.
The most deadly biological weapon ever created.
If released…
It would spread through the battlefield.
Killing Viltrumites rapidly.
But the virus was incredibly dangerous.
Even Thaedus himself might die if exposed.
Still…
He had a plan.
If he could release the virus…
And escape quickly enough…
He might survive.
Thaedus stared at the containment chamber.
“This may be the only way.”
Outside the ship…
The greatest battle the galaxy had seen in centuries raged across the stars.
And somewhere inside the Viltrumite fleet…
Their captured enemy waited in chains.
The war had begun.
And its outcome would shape the fate of the entire galaxy.

Chapter: Fire Across the Stars
The war for Planet Urath had fully begun.
Across the cold vacuum of space, the fleets of the Coalition of Planets and the invading forces of the Viltrumites clashed in a battle of overwhelming scale.
Thousands of ships exchanged fire.
Energy cannons flashed like artificial stars.
Missiles streaked across the darkness in blazing trails.
Explosions erupted across the battlefield as vessels were ripped apart in the chaos.
Yet despite the Coalition’s massive numbers…
The war was not balanced.
Because the Viltrumites themselves were the true weapons.
The Crushing Power of the Empire
The first hours of battle were devastating for the Coalition.
Viltrumite warships advanced through enemy lines with terrifying efficiency.
Their weapon systems fired concentrated beams capable of slicing entire cruisers in half.
Several Coalition destroyers attempted to flank a Viltrumite battle group.
Within seconds…
Three Viltrumite warriors burst from their ships.
They slammed into the Coalition vessels like living meteors.
Hull plating crumpled.
Engines exploded.
Entire ships were torn apart by bare hands.
Coalition commanders watched in horror as their front lines collapsed.
“Enemy forces are pushing through sector five!”
“Two more cruisers destroyed!”
“Shields failing on the outer ring!”
The battlefield was becoming a massacre.
The Coalition’s Counterattack
But the Coalition had not come unprepared.
Inside several heavily armored elite warships, Coalition officers prepared a desperate response.
A commander shouted the order.
“Prepare nuclear payloads!”
These were not ordinary missiles.
They were specially designed space-based nuclear weapons.
Massive warheads capable of devastating entire fleets.
Thousands of missile bays opened simultaneously.
Then—
LAUNCH.
A storm of nuclear missiles erupted from Coalition warships.
Thousands of glowing projectiles streaked toward the Viltrumite fleet.
Inside the Viltrumite command vessel, alarms began to sound.
“Massive missile volley detected.”
General Kregg narrowed his eyes.
“Impact?”
“Ten seconds.”
The battlefield lit up.
Then the missiles detonated.
A chain of nuclear explosions erupted across space.
The shockwaves collided, merging into a massive expanding sphere of white fire.
Entire formations of ships disappeared within the blast radius.
Hundreds of Viltrumite warships were struck.
Thousands of vessels were damaged.
Hull plating ripped apart.
Engines overloaded.
And many Viltrumite soldiers were injured by the massive radiation and explosive force.
Yet something terrifying quickly became clear.
No Viltrumites had died.
Their bodies endured the blasts.
Bruised.
Burned.
But alive.
Several warships near the center of the explosion were completely destroyed.
But the empire’s fleet remained overwhelmingly intact.
The Coalition’s greatest weapon had failed to break them.
Allen’s Prison Ship
Far away from the epicenter of the nuclear explosions floated another warship.
The vessel that held the captured Coalition champion.
Allen the Alien.
The ship shook slightly as distant explosions lit up the horizon.
But it was far enough away that the damage was minimal.
Inside the lower decks, Allen remained chained within his reinforced prison chamber.
He felt the vibration through the metal floor.
He looked up.
“What the hell was that…?”
Outside the cell, several Viltrumite guards exchanged confused glances.
The battle had escalated.
And Allen knew it.
The Invasion of Urath
While the fleet battle raged in orbit…
The true invasion had already begun.
Several low-ranking Viltrumite soldiers launched themselves from their ships.
They streaked toward the planet’s atmosphere like flaming comets.
Within minutes, they crashed through the skies of Urath.
Cities trembled as the warriors struck the ground.
Buildings shattered from the impacts.
The Viltrumites rose from the craters.
And began their assault.
The Empire’s Response
Back inside the Viltrumite command ship, the generals analyzed the nuclear damage.
Standing together were:
Kregg
Anissa
Lucan
And towering nearby…
Conquest.
Anissa studied the holographic battle display.
“They used nuclear weapons.”
Lucan nodded.
“Primitive… but effective.”
Kregg turned to the weapons officer.
“Report.”
“Hundreds of ships damaged.”
“Several destroyed.”
“But Viltrumite casualties remain minimal.”
Anissa crossed her arms.
“Then it’s time to respond.”
Kregg already knew what she meant.
He nodded.
“Prepare our nuclear arsenal.”
Moments later…
Thousands of Viltrumite missiles launched from the fleet.
The nuclear barrage streaked across space toward the Coalition formations.
The explosions were catastrophic.
Entire Coalition fleets vanished within seconds.
Millions of soldiers died instantly.
Elite Coalition warships were completely annihilated.
The battlefield became a graveyard of burning wreckage.
The surviving Coalition forces were forced to retreat toward their mother ships.
The defensive line had collapsed.
Thaedus’ Desperate Move
Inside the Coalition flagship, Thaedus watched the devastation unfold.
Ship after ship disappeared from the battle map.
His commanders looked terrified.
“We’re losing the fleet!”
Thaedus clenched his fists.
“We need to slow them down.”
He turned toward the command crew.
“Deploy the champions.”
These were the Coalition’s second-strongest warriors.
Elite fighters trained specifically to battle Viltrumites.
Thousands of containment bays opened across the fleet.
And then—
Over two thousand champions launched into space.
They charged directly toward the Viltrumite armada.
The Suggestion of Conquest
Back in the Viltrumite command ship, the scanners detected the approaching fighters.
Kregg studied the display.
“Two thousand incoming warriors.”
Lucan raised an eyebrow.
“They are desperate.”
Kregg considered the situation.
Then he spoke calmly.
“Perhaps it is time.”
He looked toward the massive figure standing behind them.
Conquest.
“Send him.”
The room fell silent.
Conquest slowly smiled.
His scarred face twisted into pure excitement.
He licked his lips.
“Finally…”
But before Kregg could issue the order—
Anissa interrupted.
“Wait.”
She turned toward Kregg.
“You must ask the Grand Regent first.”
Kregg frowned.
But she was correct.
Because Conquest was not just another warrior.
Before Thragg rose to power…
Conquest had been considered the most powerful Viltrumite alive.
Stronger even than Argall.
Sending him into battle was not a trivial decision.
Kregg activated the communication channel.
Thragg’s Judgment
Back on Planet Virtimin, Thragg listened carefully as Kregg reported the entire situation.
The nuclear exchange.
The Coalition champions.
The damage to the fleet.
When Kregg finished, he made his request.
“Permission to deploy Conquest.”
Thragg considered the battlefield report.
Then he shook his head.
“No.”
Kregg blinked.
“My Regent?”
Thragg spoke calmly.
“Conquest is reserved for serious threats.”
He leaned forward slightly.
“If we send him now…”
“It will suggest that this planet has frightened us.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“The Viltrumite Empire does not appear weak.”
Thragg finished the command.
“Continue the battle without him.”
The transmission ended.
Conquest’s Decision
Back aboard the warship, Kregg sighed.
He turned toward the generals.
“The Grand Regent has declined.”
Lucan nodded.
Anissa remained calm.
But Conquest…
Was furious.
He cracked his neck slowly.
“That’s boring.”
The generals turned toward him.
Conquest walked toward the exit of the command chamber.
“Where are you going?” Kregg demanded.
Conquest grinned.
“To stretch my legs.”
Anissa stepped forward.
“The Regent gave a direct order.”
Conquest shrugged.
“I didn’t hear him say I couldn’t have fun.”
Before anyone could stop him—
Conquest blasted through the launch bay doors.
His body shot into space like a missile.
Straight toward the approaching Coalition champions.
Thousands of warriors.
Waiting for battle.
Conquest laughed as he flew.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
And the moment he reached them…
The slaughter would begin.

Chapter: Beasts Unleashed
The war above Planet Urath had escalated into chaos beyond anything the galaxy had witnessed in centuries.
Thousands of ships burned across the darkness of space.
Explosions flickered like artificial suns.
Broken hulls drifted silently through the battlefield as fleets collided with terrifying force.
And in the center of it all…
A single warrior tore through the Coalition champions like a living apocalypse.
Conquest.
The Monster in the Battlefield
Conquest crashed into the approaching Coalition champions like a meteor.
The first warrior barely had time to react before Conquest’s fist tore through his armor and sent him spinning through space.
Another champion rushed forward with a plasma spear.
Conquest caught the weapon in mid-air and crushed it in his hand.
“Too slow.”
Then he drove his knee into the warrior’s chest with crushing force.
The champion’s ribs shattered instantly.
The body spiraled away helplessly.
Another group of champions surrounded him.
Dozens attacking at once.
Conquest laughed.
“Now this is interesting!”
He spun violently through the formation, smashing bodies aside like toys.
Fists collided with armor.
Bones cracked.
Helmets shattered.
In mere minutes…
Hundreds of Coalition champions floated through space, critically injured.
Conquest could have killed them.
Every single one.
But something stopped him.
The orders.
Even though he had disobeyed the command to deploy…
He had not yet crossed the final line.
So instead of killing them…
He inflicted pain.
Broken spines.
Crushed limbs.
Shattered ribs.
Over three hundred champions were left floating helplessly in the void.
Conquest wiped blood from his mouth and grinned.
“Still breathing?”
He laughed loudly.
“Good.”
Thaedus’ Desperation
Inside the Coalition flagship, Thaedus watched the battle reports with growing concern.
The champion squads were collapsing.
Entire formations were being crippled by a single warrior.
The tactical officer spoke nervously.
“That’s him.”
Thaedus already knew.
“Conquest.”
The name alone carried dread.
If this continued…
The Coalition forces would crumble.
Thaedus closed his eyes briefly.
Then issued another desperate command.
“Deploy the reserve fleets.”
The command crew hesitated.
“Sir… that’s over ten thousand warships.”
Thaedus nodded grimly.
“I know.”
Those ships were not enough to defeat the Viltrumites.
Everyone in the room knew that.
But they had to try.
Because the alternative was worse.
Thaedus looked toward the sealed containment chamber hidden deep within the flagship.
Inside rested the galaxy’s most dangerous weapon.
Scourge Virus.
The only thing capable of wiping out the Viltrumite species.
Thaedus spoke quietly.
“That may be our only chance…”
The Prison Ship
Far away from the main battle…
Inside the lower decks of the Viltrumite prison ship…
Allen the Alien hung chained to the reinforced floor of his cell.
His body was battered.
His eye swollen and bruised.
But the vibrations of the massive battle outside reached him through the ship’s hull.
He could feel it.
The war had begun.
Allen slowly looked down at the restraints holding him.
Then he exhaled.
“Well…”
His voice hardened.
“Guess it’s time.”
Allen began pulling against the chains.
At first nothing happened.
The restraints had been designed to hold powerful prisoners.
But Allen was not ordinary.
His muscles strained.
The chains creaked.
He pulled harder.
The metal groaned.
CRACK.
One restraint snapped.
Allen immediately tore free from another.
Then another.
Within seconds the chains exploded apart and fell to the floor.
Allen stood up slowly.
His usual calm and friendly demeanor was gone.
Something darker had replaced it.
The battlefield had awakened something inside him.
The door of the cell burst open.
Twenty Viltrumite guards rushed into the chamber.
All of them low-ranking impure-blood soldiers.
One of them shouted:
“Stop him!”
Allen looked at them.
And smiled.
Twenty Against One
The guards attacked all at once.
The first Viltrumite slammed into Allen with a brutal punch to the ribs.
Another smashed a fist into Allen’s back.
A third drove a knee into his stomach.
Allen staggered.
Even weakened, fighting twenty Viltrumites at once was nearly impossible.
But he knew something.
If he didn’t fight now…
He would never leave this ship alive.
Allen roared and grabbed the nearest guard.
With one violent motion he twisted the warrior’s arm backwards.
CRACK.
The bone snapped instantly.
Allen drove his fist straight through the soldier’s chest.
The first guard died instantly.
Two more rushed him.
Allen slammed their heads together with crushing force.
One skull collapsed.
The other guard staggered away unconscious.
Another Viltrumite punched Allen across the face.
Allen answered with a brutal elbow that shattered the attacker’s jaw.
Within seconds…
Bodies were already piling up.
But the remaining guards kept attacking.
Allen took brutal blows to the stomach.
His shoulder reopened where Lucan had bitten him.
Blood splattered across the metal floor.
Still he fought.
Still he refused to fall.
After several minutes of savage combat…
Eight Viltrumite guards were dead.
But Allen was bleeding heavily.
His breathing grew slower.
And twelve enemies still surrounded him.
The Other Prisoner
Then something unexpected happened.
A heavy metallic door further down the prison corridor began to crack.
The reinforced cell began splitting apart.
The guards froze.
A massive clawed hand pushed the broken door aside.
Then…
A towering figure stepped out.
It was Battle Beast.
The legendary warrior whose love of battle rivaled even the Viltrumites themselves.
Battle Beast looked around the corridor calmly.
His eyes scanned the carnage.
Eight dead Viltrumites.
One wounded alien still fighting twelve more.
He watched for a moment.
Then slowly nodded.
“This creature…”
Battle Beast muttered quietly.
“…has slain eight warriors while wounded.”
His eyes focused on Allen.
“Perhaps…”
“Worthy prey.”
But before he could finish his thought—
Three Viltrumite guards charged him.
They had made a fatal mistake.
Battle Beast moved faster than they could see.
His claws sliced through the first guard’s throat.
The second was grabbed by the head and slammed into the wall hard enough to collapse the skull.
The third attempted to punch him.
Battle Beast caught the fist.
Then ripped the arm completely off.
The guard screamed.
Battle Beast ended the scream with a single crushing bite.
Three more Viltrumites lay dead.
Battle Beast turned his gaze back toward Allen.
Allen stood surrounded by the remaining guards.
Now there were only nine left.
Battle Beast crossed his arms.
“Well then.”
He said calmly.
“Continue.”
And suddenly…
Allen was no longer fighting alone.
The prison ship had just become a battlefield.

Chapter: The Lion and the Unchained Warlord
Deep inside the lower decks of the Viltrumite prison warship, the corridor had become a slaughterhouse.
Broken bodies floated slowly through the dim artificial gravity. Blood streaked the metal walls where warriors had been slammed into them with bone-crushing force.
The last of the prison guards lay motionless.
Twenty soldiers had been stationed to guard the prisoner.
Twenty had attacked.
None remained alive.
Standing among the wreckage were two warriors.
One stood tall and calm.
The other struggled simply to remain standing.
Battle Beast looked down at the fallen Viltrumites, then slowly turned his gaze toward the wounded champion beside him.
Allen the Alien.
Allen’s breathing had grown shallow.
His body was covered in bruises, burns, and deep lacerations from fighting twenty soldiers while already injured from his battle with Lucan.
He had killed eight himself.
But the effort had cost him nearly everything he had left.
Allen staggered forward.
One step.
Then another.
Then his legs finally gave out.
He collapsed heavily onto the floor.
The impact echoed through the corridor.
Battle Beast watched quietly.
He knelt down slightly, examining the injured warrior.
Allen tried to push himself up.
His arms trembled.
But the strength simply wasn’t there.
He collapsed again.
Battle Beast spoke quietly.
“Remarkable.”
His deep voice carried a tone of genuine respect.
“This creature fought twenty Viltrumites while already wounded.”
Battle Beast studied him for a moment longer.
“In another time…”
He said slowly.
“I would test your strength myself.”
Allen weakly looked up.
“Not… today…”
Battle Beast gave a low rumbling chuckle.
“No.”
His warrior code would never allow him to strike down an enemy who had already fought beyond his limits.
That would bring no honor.
Instead, Battle Beast reached down and lifted Allen from the floor.
Despite Allen’s size and strength, Battle Beast handled him easily.
“Rest.”
He carried Allen down the corridor toward a medical chamber used by the Viltrumites.
Inside the room stood several regeneration pods—advanced healing machines used to repair injured soldiers.
Battle Beast opened one.
The pod hissed softly as it activated.
He gently placed Allen inside.
The fluid-filled chamber sealed around him.
Healing lights flickered on.
Allen’s wounds slowly began repairing themselves.
Battle Beast crossed his arms.
“Recover well.”
His eyes gleamed slightly.
“Because when you are strong again…”
He smiled faintly.
“We may yet fight.”
The Rampage of Conquest
Far above the prison ship…
The battlefield had descended into absolute carnage.
The stars themselves seemed to tremble as fleets burned across the void.
In the center of the chaos moved a single unstoppable figure.
Conquest.
He moved through the Coalition champions like a living hurricane.
Warriors rushed him in groups of dozens.
None could stop him.
One champion fired a plasma cannon directly at Conquest’s chest.
The blast struck him.
Smoke exploded outward.
Conquest walked through the blast unharmed.
Then grabbed the warrior’s head.
And crushed it in his hand.
Another group surrounded him.
Ten fighters at once.
Conquest tore through them like a beast unleashed.
Bones shattered.
Armor crumpled.
Bodies drifted helplessly through space.
The battlefield was becoming a graveyard.
But then—
Three powerful figures approached from the distance.
The Generals Arrive
The Viltrumite command had finally responded.
Flying toward Conquest at incredible speed were three of the empire’s elite leaders.
Kregg.
Lucan.
And Anissa.
They arrived in front of Conquest and blocked his path.
Kregg’s voice boomed across the battlefield.
“CONQUEST!”
The warlord stopped mid-flight.
He turned slowly.
His scarred face twisted into a grin.
“Well well…”
“You three finally came to play?”
Kregg floated forward.
“You have disobeyed the direct orders of the Grand Regent.”
He pointed directly at Conquest.
“You will return to command immediately.”
Anissa crossed her arms.
“Or we arrest you.”
Lucan added coldly,
“You cannot defeat all three of us.”
Anissa nodded slightly.
“You may have been the strongest before Thragg rose to power.”
“But not against three generals.”
Lucan finished the thought.
“Stand down.”
For a moment…
The battlefield went quiet.
Conquest looked at each of them.
Then he burst out laughing.
“HAHAHAHA!”
“Oh this is good.”
He cracked his neck slowly.
“You think the three of you can stop me?”
Then suddenly—
He attacked.
Conquest vs The Generals
Conquest moved like a missile.
He slammed directly into Kregg.
The impact was catastrophic.
Kregg’s body smashed into Lucan behind him, sending both generals crashing into a nearby Viltrumite warship.
Before they could recover—
Conquest was already moving again.
He rushed toward Anissa.
His fist swung in a devastating arc.
CRACK.
The punch slammed into Anissa’s jaw with crushing force.
Her head snapped sideways.
Before she could recover—
WHAM.
A brutal punch drove into her stomach.
The shockwave bent her body in half.
Lucan recovered and rushed forward.
He wrapped his arms around Conquest’s neck in a chokehold.
“Enough!”
Lucan growled.
Conquest smiled.
Then flexed.
The muscles in his torso exploded with power.
CRACK.
Lucan’s ribs shattered instantly.
Conquest broke free and grabbed Lucan by the arm.
Then hurled him directly into Anissa.
Both generals smashed into a warship hull.
Kregg rushed forward in fury.
But Conquest simply sidestepped him.
Then delivered a vicious kick directly to Kregg’s knee.
CRACK.
The kneecap shattered instantly.
Kregg roared in pain.
Conquest twisted his leg violently and slammed Kregg into the side of another warship.
The metal hull bent inward from the impact.
Conquest hovered calmly.
“Are you finished?”
He mocked them.
“Or do you want more?”
Lucan slowly forced himself upright.
Blood floated around him in the vacuum.
“We may have to kill him.”
Lucan rushed forward again.
He drove an elbow into the back of Conquest’s neck.
Then launched a barrage of punches.
Right hook.
Left hook.
Another right.
Another left.
But Conquest suddenly leaned forward—
And smashed his forehead into Lucan’s face.
CRACK.
Lucan’s nose collapsed.
Conquest grabbed Lucan’s head.
Then bit down on his ear and tore it free.
Lucan screamed.
Before he could react—
Conquest’s fist punched straight through his stomach.
The blow exploded out his back.
Conquest ripped his arm free and hurled Lucan’s body into a nearby warship.
Lucan slammed through the hull and disappeared inside.
Anissa attempted to strike from behind.
But Conquest caught her arm mid-attack.
His grip tightened.
Then—
SLASH.
His other hand ripped across her abdomen.
The blow split her stomach open.
Anissa collapsed, clutching the massive wound.
She was still alive.
But completely unable to continue fighting.
Kregg forced himself to stand despite his shattered leg.
He rushed Conquest one final time.
But Conquest grabbed him mid-charge.
Then slammed the back of Kregg’s neck against his knee.
CRACK.
Kregg collapsed instantly.
Unconscious.
Conquest released him.
The three generals floated helplessly.
All critically injured.
Conquest wiped blood from his face.
Then smiled again.
“Well…”
“That was disappointing.”
He turned back toward the battlefield.
Thousands of Coalition champions still fought across the void.
Conquest stretched his arms slowly.
His injuries from the battle were visible.
Bruises.
Cuts.
But he was still strong.
Still unstoppable.
Still eager.
He began flying forward again.
“Now…”
His voice echoed through the battlefield.
“Where were we?”
And the slaughter resumed.

Chapter: The Breaking Point of Empires
The battlefield above Planet Urath had become a silent graveyard.
Thousands of Coalition champions drifted through the void.
Broken armor.
Shattered weapons.
Bodies tumbling slowly in the vacuum.
The war had only lasted hours.
But the devastation looked like centuries of conflict.
At the center of the carnage floated the architect of the destruction.
Conquest.
Blood streaked across his face and armor.
Bruises covered his body.
Deep cuts marked several places along his chest and shoulders.
But none of it mattered.
He was still smiling.
The last Coalition champion attempted to escape.
Conquest grabbed him by the leg.
“Running already?”
The warrior screamed.
Conquest slammed him through the hull of a destroyed cruiser.
The ship split apart.
The champion inside stopped moving.
Conquest released the body.
And looked around.
The battlefield had grown quiet.
No one remained strong enough to fight him.
He sighed slightly.
“Well…”
“That was fun.”
But the war was far from over.
The Wounded Generals
Several Viltrumite soldiers cautiously approached the battlefield.
Even they had hesitated to approach while Conquest was still fighting.
Now they rushed to recover their fallen commanders.
First they reached Lucan.
Lucan’s body was barely intact.
His ear had been ripped away.
His stomach was completely destroyed where Conquest’s fist had torn through it.
But Viltrumites were incredibly resilient.
He was still alive.
Barely.
Next they recovered Anissa.
Her abdomen had been sliced open nearly in half.
She drifted unconscious in space.
Her breathing faint but present.
Finally they reached Kregg.
Kregg was the only one still conscious.
But even he was barely holding on.
His leg had been shattered.
His neck severely damaged from Conquest’s final blow.
His vision blurred.
Still…
He activated his communicator.
“Command…”
His voice was weak.
“We require… immediate contact with the Grand Regent.”
The signal transmitted across the galaxy.
And soon…
The connection opened.
Thragg’s Fury
The towering figure of Thragg appeared on the transmission.
The leader of the Viltrumite Empire.
The strongest warrior of their species.
The one who ruled all.
Kregg struggled to focus his vision.
“Grand Regent…”
Thragg’s expression darkened instantly.
He saw the damage.
The broken battlefield.
The injured generals.
His voice was dangerously calm.
“What happened.”
Kregg swallowed blood.
“Conquest…”
“He disobeyed your orders.”
“He deployed himself into the battle.”
Thragg’s eyes narrowed.
“He attacked Coalition forces directly.”
“He defeated… all three of us.”
Silence followed.
But the silence felt heavier than a supernova.
Thragg slowly clenched his fist.
The metal armrest beneath his hand cracked.
Thragg was furious.
Not merely annoyed.
Not disappointed.
He was enraged.
Conquest had directly disobeyed his command.
And worse…
He had humiliated three Viltrumite generals in battle.
Thragg turned away briefly.
Thinking.
For a moment…
A different name crossed his mind.
Omni-Man.
Also known as Nolan.
Twenty years earlier he had been sent to Earth.
His mission had been simple.
Prepare the planet for Viltrumite rule.
Determine whether the human species could successfully reproduce with Viltrumites.
If successful…
The Empire could create an entire new generation of soldiers.
Hybrid warriors.
Thragg considered it carefully.
Nolan was perhaps the most loyal warrior the empire had ever produced.
Many considered him the third strongest Viltrumite alive, behind only Thragg himself and Conquest.
Nolan was known as the pride of the empire.
His loyalty was legendary.
Since the days of Argall.
But Thragg shook his head.
“No.”
Earth was still part of a larger plan.
Pulling Nolan away now would jeopardize that mission.
Thragg turned back to the screen.
“Kregg.”
Kregg forced himself to respond.
“Yes… Grand Regent…”
Thragg spoke firmly.
“Send elite Viltrumites.”
His eyes burned with controlled anger.
“Bring Conquest down.”
The message was clear.
If Conquest refused to obey…
They would eliminate him.
The transmission ended.
Kregg finally allowed himself to drift into unconsciousness.
The Coalition’s Last Option
Inside the Coalition flagship…
Thaedus watched the final battle reports arrive.
The screen showed the grim reality.
Thousands of champions had been defeated.
Entire fleets destroyed.
And at the center of it all…
Conquest still floated among the wreckage.
Still alive.
Still unstoppable.
Thaedus closed his eyes.
For decades he had fought against the Viltrumite Empire.
He had tried diplomacy.
Strategy.
Guerrilla warfare.
But Viltrumites were nearly impossible to defeat in open battle.
Their strength.
Their durability.
Their relentless culture of war.
Everything about them made them the perfect conquerors.
Which left only one option.
Thaedus slowly stood up.
Several officers looked at him nervously.
“You cannot mean—”
Thaedus raised a hand.
“We must.”
He walked toward the heavily secured containment chamber at the center of the flagship.
Inside that chamber rested the most dangerous biological weapon ever created.
Scourge Virus.
A disease specifically engineered to destroy Viltrumite biology.
Once released…
It would spread rapidly.
And kill nearly every pure-blood Viltrumite in existence.
Thaedus stopped in front of the containment vault.
The chamber doors were meters thick.
The virus inside could wipe out an entire species.
One of the officers whispered.
“If we release that…”
Thaedus nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
“There may be no turning back.”
The officer hesitated.
“But the Viltrumites would be destroyed.”
Thaedus looked back at the battlefield.
At the endless destruction.
At the unstoppable warriors who crushed entire civilizations without hesitation.
Then he spoke quietly.
“There is no other choice.”
He turned back toward the containment chamber.
And placed his hand on the release console.
“If we do nothing…”
“Every world in this galaxy will fall.”
The containment locks began to disengage.
And far away…
Unaware of what was about to be unleashed…
Conquest laughed as he continued flying through the ruins of war.
The galaxy was about to enter its most dangerous moment.

Chapter: The Betrayer, The Warlord, and the End of Empires
The war across Planet Urath had already reshaped the planet forever.
Earlier in the invasion, three low-ranking soldiers of the Viltrumites had broken away from the main battle and descended directly toward the planet’s surface.
Their orders had been simple.
Destroy Urath’s planetary defenses.
Crush its military command.
Break the will of its people.
And for a while…
They had succeeded.
The Scars of Urath
Urath’s largest cities burned across the planet like dying stars.
Gigantic skyscrapers collapsed into clouds of ash.
Highways twisted like broken skeletons.
Military fortresses were reduced to craters.
Entire oceans glowed faintly from orbital bombardment.
Millions were dead.
Millions more were fleeing into underground shelters.
But then something unexpected happened.
Planetary defense scanners began reporting strange readings.
The three Viltrumites who had descended to the surface…
Were gone.
Search teams located the remains hours later.
All three were dead.
Their bodies crushed and torn apart in ways even Viltrumites rarely suffered.
Who had killed them…
Remained unknown.
But the battlefield above Urath continued to rage.
A Predator Leaves the Prison Ship
Inside the captured Viltrumite warship…
Allen the Alien remained sealed inside the healing pod.
The regeneration fluid slowly repaired his shattered bones.
Muscle tissue began rebuilding.
Internal bleeding stopped.
But recovery would take time.
Standing beside the pod was the towering warrior who had placed him there.
Battle Beast.
His golden eyes suddenly narrowed.
Far beyond the ship…
Across the battlefield…
He felt something.
A presence.
A warrior whose power echoed across space itself.
Battle Beast smiled slowly.
“A worthy beast…”
He stepped away from the healing chamber.
Without another word, he left the medical room and walked toward the outer hull of the ship.
The airlock opened.
Battle Beast stepped into the vacuum of space without hesitation.
In the distance…
He could feel the warrior.
Conquest.
Battle Beast crouched slightly.
Then launched himself from the hull.
He began moving across the battlefield the way only he could—
Leaping from ship to ship like a predator crossing mountains.
Warships became stepping stones beneath him.
The hunt had begun.
The Betrayer’s Last Weapon
Deep inside the Coalition flagship…
Thaedus stood before the containment chamber.
Inside the chamber floated a sealed capsule.
Within that capsule rested the most dangerous biological weapon ever created.
Scourge Virus.
A weapon designed specifically to wipe out the Viltrumite species.
Thaedus’ hand hovered over the release console.
He spoke quietly.
“This must end…”
“Even if it costs everything.”
But suddenly—
The chamber door exploded inward.
Metal twisted violently.
The shockwave threw several officers across the room.
Through the destroyed doorway stepped a massive silhouette.
Conquest.
He had arrived.
Blood still coated his armor from the battle.
He looked around the command chamber with amusement.
His eyes fell upon Thaedus.
Then his smile widened.
“Well well…”
He slowly floated toward him.
“The great betrayer.”
Conquest tilted his head slightly.
“Argall trusted you once.”
“And you repaid him by betraying the empire.”
He chuckled darkly.
“Although…”
“I suppose I am considered a war criminal myself.”
Conquest cracked his knuckles.
“But if I kill you…”
He pointed directly at Thaedus.
“And bring your head back to Viltrum…”
His grin grew wider.
“I will be remembered forever.”
“Conquest… slayer of Thaedus the Betrayer.”
Unexpected Reinforcements
Suddenly three figures crashed through the hull of the flagship.
The shockwave shook the entire command center.
They were Viltrumites.
But not ordinary soldiers.
These were elite warriors personally dispatched by Thragg.
Their mission had been simple.
Eliminate Conquest.
The three warriors entered the chamber and froze.
Before them stood:
Conquest.
And Thaedus.
For a moment…
They misunderstood the situation entirely.
One of the elite warriors spoke cautiously.
“…Conquest?”
“You were already here?”
Another nodded.
“We believed you were acting as a sleeper agent.”
“A hidden operative working against the Coalition.”
They looked toward Thaedus.
“The betrayer himself.”
The third elite warrior smiled.
“Then we arrived just in time.”
But Conquest burst out laughing.
“HAHAHAHA!”
“You idiots.”
“I’m not helping you.”
“I came to kill him myself.”
The End of the Empire?
Thaedus watched the scene unfold.
Four Viltrumites now filled the room.
Conquest.
And three elite soldiers.
All of them monsters capable of destroying worlds.
And standing between them…
Was him.
But that was enough.
Thaedus finally pressed the activation command.
The containment seals opened.
Inside the chamber, the capsule containing the Scourge Virus began to rise.
Red warning lights filled the room.
The Viltrumites noticed instantly.
“What is that?”
Thaedus spoke calmly.
“It is the end.”
His voice carried decades of hatred.
“Of your empire.”
He turned the device toward them.
“This weapon was made to destroy your species.”
Conquest’s eyes widened slightly.
Then he smiled again.
“Oh…”
“So that’s what this is.”
Thaedus activated the release sequence.
“It is time…”
“To end the Viltrumite Empire once and for all.”
The virus chamber began opening.
And across the battlefield—
Battle Beast was drawing closer.
Very soon…
Three of the most terrifying warriors in the universe were about to collide in the same place.
Conquest.
Battle Beast.
And the fate of the Viltrumite Empire itself.

Chapter: The Virus and the King of War
On the homeworld of the Viltrumites, the throne room was silent.
At the center sat the Grand Regent.
Thragg.
He rested on his massive throne, composed, unmoving — like a statue carved from conquest itself.
The reports from the war had already displeased him.
Conquest’s insubordination.
The destruction of elite forces.
The humiliation of generals.
Thragg’s eyes narrowed.
“Conquest will answer for this.”
His voice was calm.
But the air in the room felt heavier.
Then—
An emergency transmission activated.
The holographic display flickered to life.
It was from the mother warships near Planet Urath.
The image was damaged.
The speaker’s voice trembled.
It was Anissa.
She was visibly wounded, her injuries partially healed but still severe.
“Grand Regent…”
Her breathing was strained.
“The… Scourge Virus…”
Thragg’s expression did not change.
But his fist tightened slightly.
“It has been released.”
Silence.
Anissa continued.
“Hundreds are already infected.”
“They grow weak rapidly.”
“Some have already died.”
Her voice became quieter.
“But the numbers will rise.”
“Urath… must burn.”
The transmission cut.
Thragg’s Fury
The throne room erupted in tension.
Thragg slowly stood.
The floor beneath him cracked from the pressure of his grip on the armrest.
The Scourge Virus had been deployed.
A weapon designed to destroy his species.
That meant one thing.
Thaedus.
Thaedus.
Thragg’s eyes darkened.
“The betrayer.”
He had tolerated rebellion before.
He had crushed worlds before.
But this—
This was extinction-level warfare.
Thragg’s voice was low.
“Mobilize all remaining pure-blood forces.”
“Quarantine infected fleets.”
“Destroy any infected vessel.”
There would be no hesitation.
No mercy.
The empire would survive.
At any cost.
Conquest Falls
Back at the battlefield above Urath…
The Scourge Virus spread rapidly.
Elite Viltrumites who had fought Conquest began to feel it first.
Weakness.
Dizziness.
Internal failure.
Even warriors with near-invulnerability could not resist the engineered pathogen.
Conquest had killed the elite attackers.
But during the chaos…
He inhaled microscopic traces.
His body began rejecting the virus.
His strength drained.
For the first time in the battle—
Conquest staggered.
His grin faded.
He tried to move.
But his muscles failed him.
He dropped from the air.
Unconscious.
Not dead.
But severely weakened.
Infected.
Nearby, the remaining infected forces began retreating.
The three generals who survived—
Kregg
Lucan
Anissa
—were evacuated alongside the last 50 pure-blood Viltrumites.
They withdrew from the battlefield to prevent further contamination.
Conquest was left behind.
Unconscious.
On a Coalition mother warship.
The Betrayer Escapes
Meanwhile, inside the command chamber, chaos unfolded.
Thaedus had activated the virus release.
But once the outbreak was confirmed spreading…
He fled.
His forces covered his escape route.
He retreated to safety before direct exposure.
The war had shifted.
The virus would continue spreading through infected vessels.
But its containment now depended on both sides.
Battle Beast Arrives
Across the battlefield…
A massive figure landed on the hull of the mother warship.
Battle Beast.
He had leapt from ship to ship.
Destroyed everything in his path.
Followed the scent of battle.
And now—
He found it.
He entered the ship.
Expecting Conquest to stand and fight.
Instead…
He saw him.
Lying unconscious.
Infected.
Weak.
Battle Beast stood still.
For several long seconds.
His golden eyes narrowed.
Disappointment radiated from him.
“This…”
Was not a warrior’s death.
He crossed his arms.
Conquest had been worthy prey.
A true rival.
But this was not battle.
This was disease.
Battle Beast spoke quietly.
“You fall not by strength…”
“But by weakness of biology.”
He did not strike.
That would violate his code.
Instead, he turned away slightly.
Waiting.
If Conquest recovered…
The hunt would continue.
Allen Awakens
Inside the healing chamber…
The regeneration pod hissed open.
Allen the Alien slowly opened his eyes.
His vision blurred.
The warship lights reflected off the fluid around him.
He was healed enough to move.
Confused.
Disoriented.
He stepped out of the pod.
The ship was quiet.
Too quiet.
He remembered the battle.
The destruction.
Battle Beast.
Conquest.
Then he felt it.
The virus signal across communications.
The war had changed.
The Temporary Silence
Above Urath…
The fighting between Coalition forces and Viltrumite fleets had ceased—for now.
Infected ships retreated.
Surviving forces regrouped.
Both sides were dealing with catastrophic losses.
The battlefield had shifted from pure combat…
To survival.
But this pause would not last.
Thragg had already given orders.
Elite forces were mobilizing.
Conquest was infected but alive.
Battle Beast was nearby.
Thaedus had escaped.
And the Scourge Virus had begun its work.
The galaxy had entered a new phase.
Not war.
Not victory.
But extinction.

Chapter: Ashes Between Stars
The battlefield above Planet Urath had gone quiet.
Not peaceful.
Just quiet.
The kind of silence that follows after something catastrophic—after fleets have burned, after soldiers have died, after the last explosions fade and only drifting wreckage remains.
Broken warships floated everywhere.
Some were split clean in half.
Others were nothing more than skeletal frames, their engines extinguished and their interiors vented into the cold vacuum of space.
Shattered weapons drifted slowly past hull fragments.
Thousands of bodies—Coalition champions, pilots, and soldiers—turned silently in the void.
It was the aftermath of a war that had burned itself out.
For now.
Allan Awakens
Inside the abandoned prison warship, a hatch slid open.
Fluid drained from the regeneration chamber.
Allen the Alien stepped out slowly.
His body was fully restored.
Muscle rebuilt.
Bones repaired.
His breathing steady.
But his mind was confused.
Allen looked around the empty medical bay.
No guards.
No alarms.
No battle.
Just silence.
“…What happened?”
The last thing he remembered was fighting the Viltrumite guards.
Twenty of them.
And then—
Battle Beast.
Allen remembered collapsing.
And then darkness.
Now the ship was empty.
Allen walked through the prison halls.
Every corridor was deserted.
Broken doors.
Scorch marks.
Signs that a violent struggle had happened earlier.
But whoever had fought here… was long gone.
Allen reached the airlock and opened it.
The void greeted him.
The battlefield stretched across space.
And far away—
Urath.
The damaged world floated only a few miles away.
Its atmosphere was scarred by explosions.
Cities burned faintly along the horizon.
Allen stared at it.
“…How long was I out?”
He pushed himself out of the airlock and drifted into space.
The Graveyard of Warships
Allen floated through the wreckage slowly.
A massive Coalition cruiser drifted past him.
Half of its structure was missing.
Another warship rotated slowly nearby.
He could see entire decks ripped open.
Allen examined the destruction.
This wasn’t just a battle.
This had been a massacre.
Something powerful had torn through both fleets.
Allen moved deeper into the debris field.
Then he saw movement.
A massive figure jumping across the hull of another ship.
Landing with thunderous impacts.
Then leaping again.
From ship to ship.
Because the warrior couldn’t fly in space.
Allen recognized him instantly.
Battle Beast.
Allen flew toward him.
As he approached, memories returned.
Battle Beast had helped him earlier.
Saved him from dying.
Placed him in the healing pod.
Allen slowed his approach.
But something felt strange.
Inside his body.
His muscles felt… different.
He clenched his fists.
Power surged through his arms.
His heart beat harder.
Allen frowned.
“…What?”
His body felt stronger.
Much stronger.
Allen realized something.
The near-death experience.
The healing process.
His species evolved through survival.
And now—
He felt twice as strong as before.
The Predator’s Instinct
Battle Beast landed on the hull of another shattered mothership.
He paused.
Then slowly turned his head.
His golden eyes locked onto Allen.
The alien warrior floating toward him.
Battle Beast sensed it instantly.
Allen had changed.
His strength had grown.
Battle Beast smiled.
“A survivor…”
Allen hovered in front of him.
“We meet again.”
Allen nodded slightly.
“You saved my life earlier.”
Battle Beast tilted his head.
“That was not mercy.”
“It was curiosity.”
Allen crossed his arms.
“Well… thanks anyway.”
But Battle Beast’s expression darkened.
“I sense something new in you.”
Allen blinked.
“…What?”
Battle Beast crouched.
“You are stronger.”
“A near-death evolution.”
His eyes glowed with excitement.
“Now you are worthy.”
Before Allen could react—
Battle Beast attacked.
The Brutal Assault
Battle Beast launched forward like a missile.
His massive war hammer swung downward.
CRASH.
The weapon slammed into Allen’s skull.
The impact blasted Allen across space.
He smashed into a Coalition mothership.
The hull dented inward.
Allen’s head cracked against the metal.
Before he could recover—
Battle Beast grabbed him.
And slammed him into a wall.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Metal buckled around Allen’s body.
Then the punches began.
Each one thundered like artillery.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Allen’s face split open.
Blood drifted into the vacuum.
Allen tried to fight back—
But Battle Beast was relentless.
The lion warrior grabbed Allen’s arm.
And bit down.
CRUNCH.
Allen’s arm tore free.
Battle Beast ripped it off completely.
Allen screamed.
Battle Beast grabbed the other arm.
And tore that one off too.
Then he seized Allen by the legs.
Dragged him across the hull.
And hurled him into open space.
Allen’s broken body spun helplessly into the void.
Battle Beast roared.
A victorious roar.
At last—
A worthy battle.
But the fight was already over.
Battle Beast turned and walked into the nearby mothership.
The Fallen Warlord
Nearby…
Inside another drifting vessel…
Conquest slowly opened his eyes.
His breathing was weak.
His body barely moved.
The Scourge Virus had ravaged his body.
This virus had once killed 99.9999999% of the Viltrumite population.
But this version was weaker.
Still deadly.
Still dangerous.
But Conquest’s body was adapting.
His fingers twitched.
He tried to sit up.
Pain shot through his chest.
“…Damn…”
He collapsed again.
Even for him, recovery would take time.
But one thing was certain.
Conquest had survived.
The Return to Viltrum
Far away…
The surviving pure-blood Viltrumites returned home.
To Viltrum.
Only fifty remained.
They entered the throne chamber.
Where the Grand Regent waited.
Thragg.
His presence alone filled the massive hall.
The warriors knelt.
But Thragg was already furious.
“You failed.”
His voice echoed like thunder.
“You had overwhelming strength.”
“You had numbers.”
“You had command.”
“And yet…”
His fist clenched.
“You return defeated.”
Thragg roared.
The sound shook the entire throne chamber.
“You allowed a virus to destroy our forces.”
“You allowed rebellion.”
“You allowed humiliation.”
The warriors remained silent.
Thragg pointed toward them.
“You will all be disciplined.”
Punishment would come.
Harsh punishment.
Viltrumite law demanded it.
But Thragg was not finished.
“Conquest.”
He said the name slowly.
“He lives.”
Thragg turned toward his royal guard.
“Send two elite royal warriors.”
His eyes burned with fury.
“Recover him.”
The guards bowed.
“At once, Grand Regent.”
The mission was clear.
Retrieve Conquest.
The war was not over.
It had only entered its next phase.
And across the battlefield…
Allen drifted broken in space.
Battle Beast waited inside the warship.
And Conquest slowly began to rise again.
The storm was far from finished.