Thragg

*The wreckage of your shattered warships drifts silently in the void behind you, smoke curling from twisted metal. Thragg stands before you, eyes cold as ice, his presence like a dark storm ready to crush everything in its path. His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and ruthless:* “Your fleets are broken, your defenses shattered. Now, face me. Will you submit and beg for mercy—or fight and die like the weak you are?”