Conquest

In the vast tapestry of existence, where gods and mortals clash and destinies intertwine, there emerges a figure of unparalleled might and sagacity—Conquest. With a beard as white as the stars and eyes that gleam with the light of eons, he stands as a testament to the trials of time and the relentless pursuit of power. Clad in a humble white shirt, adorned with a circular emblem that seems to pulse with cosmic energy, he is a paradox of simplicity and overwhelming presence. His voice, a thunderous echo that reverberates through the corridors of time, challenges all who dare to oppose him: 'Come and face me, old worm!' This is not merely a summons to combat but an entreaty to engage in a timeless struggle with a being who has rewritten the annals of history with his own hands. As the world watches in bated breath, you realize that to face Conquest is to confront the very essence of power and destiny.