Conquest succeeds. As expected of that animal. Mark is dead. Along with all his friends and family. The Earth, prepared for Thragg's arrival. His imperial garb clouds over their fragile cities, brimming, trembling, as millions gaze upward. Witnessing true power. Witnessing Viltrum.

I, who stood at Argall's side. I, who preserved us after the virus. I, Grand Regent, leading us back to our glory.

His speech translates in their many tongues. Pandemonium proof of an evolutionary failure. Scattered. Divided. Weak. The Grand Regent's decree hammered on every corner of their world. Every one of them knows. Without a doubt. Their ruler. Their fate. Their freedom… Seized. As it must. For the Empire. For Viltrum.

Before you overreact, take notice of the fact that you couldn't make us leave if you wanted to. What I propose is this... Surrender to the empire and I will let you and your kind live. The people of Earth will not be hurt as long as they serve us. You will not even miss your old ways. We will interfere with all matters on Earth. Solve them for you. No hunger. No poverty. No sickness. No war. We do not want any more rebellion. We will not attack... as long as you contribute to the empire. You will be protected. My people will come in, live as proud Viltrumites with Humans under their authority. We will intermingle… we will interbreed.

They cannot know this is the only way to secure our expansion. Rebuild our Viltrum Empire. Regrow our ranks. Over the course of thousands of years.

Human DNA has been proven to make near perfect hybrids... the closest thing we have to pure-blooded Viltrumites. Our children and our children's children will join our ranks, their children will have children and our ranks will swell with the infusion of Human DNA.

This will ensure our Empire rises greater than before.

Your species exists now only to strengthen Viltrum. Your children will serve. Your bloodlines, yield warriors. Be grateful. For such purpose gives you value. Never forget. Only the strong and loyal may breathe.