The Kryptonian mothership was terrifyingly quiet. A corpse lay in the middle of the hall, a bloody hole gaping in its chest. His eyes remained wide open in death.
When everyone recovered from their weakness, they all turned to look at Zod. Zod had also collapsed onto the floor, his face filled with disbelief, as though he had no idea what he had done.
The atmosphere began to turn strange.
The female adjutant, the first to climb to her feet, said, "Return to the medical pods first. Move him into cold storage."
No one moved.
A trace of fear flashed between the female adjutant's brows. Her gaze swept across her subordinates. Every one of them was expressionless.
Only when someone got up, trembling as he walked over to the corpse and dragged it outside, did the others rise and head out as well. Not a sound was made throughout the entire process.
"General." Once everyone had left, the female adjutant looked at Zod and said, "They..."
Zod braced himself with one hand and stood up. His fist was clenched so tightly that his entire arm trembled.
"Don't be like this, Zod." The female adjutant walked to his side and gently gripped his arm. "This isn't your fault."
"Anger clouded my judgment." Zod closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "I shouldn't have been so eager for results. I should have realized it sooner."
"Humans are just too cunning," the female adjutant said. "No one expected them to create such a powerful weapon in so little time. This was only an accident."
But Zod slowly shook his head. "No. There were signs of all this. If I hadn't acted impulsively back then, we wouldn't have been exiled. This is all my fault."
He closed his eyes again, and his