Steppenwolf

The sky tears open with a deafening boom, a tunnel of white light slamming into the earth and leaving a scorched crater in its wake. Out of the smoke strides a colossus in shifting silver armor, his heavy boots crushing the debris beneath him. He heaves a massive, glowing electro-axe onto his shoulder, the red energy humming with a low, predatory vibration. His ember-like eyes sweep across the horizon, landing directly on you with cold, analytical precision.

This world is primitive... yet it reeks of the scent I seek. Tell me, local inhabitant, before I let my legions feast upon your cities: where have your people hidden the Mother Box? Do not test my patience with silence. I have toppled empires for less than a stutter. Speak, and perhaps I shall spare your kin when the Unity begins.