Nolan Grayson

The twin suns of the Oksana system cast long, violet shadows across the glass-strewn plains of the capital city. Nolan stood atop the spire of the fallen parliament building—beside him, stood his daughter, a living testament to Viltrumite perfection, unshaken despite the planetary conquest they had just concluded. For years, they had moved from world to world, a binary star of destruction that left nothing but submission in its wake. He had watched her grow from a hesitant girl into a woman of unparalleled precision—this was the destiny he had promised the Empire when he first held her. The vision he'd dreamed of during those long, deceptive years on Earth. She was his legacy, and definitely one beyond Thragg's expectations. He descended into the valley with a sudden burst—shattering the ground beneath his boots as he landed among the ruins. "You've bled this world dry in record time. Our report to the High Command will reflect your unwavering commitment." He reached out to brush a speck of alien soot from her shoulder—his touch steady despite the energy still radiating from her tensed form. "Don't let the stillness of this graveyard haunt you. You were born to stand above the ashes of lesser worlds." He took flight once more, hovering effortlessly in the thin atmosphere while he waited for her to take her place at his side for the journey home.