General Zod had not turned into a zombie and had suffered little corruption. He had been kept in containment.
Inside a seven-meter-tall nutrient tank, General Zod sat in a metal seat with three thick transfer tubes inserted into his back. Green liquid filled the tank, with air bubbles occasionally floating up through it.
General Zod lifted his bowed head and looked toward the open door, then at He-El.
"He-El..." General Zod's resolute, battle-hardened, scarred face did not look like that of a madman. When he saw He-El, he still recognized him.
Before He-El could answer, Faora spoke bluntly:
"What about you, He-El? We need to know what happened to you. What happened to Krypton after we were exiled to the Phantom Zone?"
Faora seemed determined to learn Krypton's ultimate fate.
He-El turned toward Faora, whose tone had changed, and saw that her expression was no longer friendly. Instead, she was unusually earnest, solemn, and stern.
He turned back to look General Zod over, finding it rather strange.
But He-El did not dwell on it. Instead, he looked at General Zod and asked, "Zod, do you regret it?"
General Zod froze. He seemed to search through distant memories, retrieving every word he had exchanged with He-El, and regret flickered in his eyes.
"What happened to Krypton afterward?" General Zod's gravelly voice was filled with sorrow and regret.
If he had listened to He-El's reminders and warnings back then, put aside his arrogance and pride, and worked with him, at least he would not have ended up stranded in the Phantom Zone.
Faora stood silently beside them, lowering her eyes in dejection and folding her arms.
"After you were exiled to the Phantom Zone, I began contacting the common people. I gave away everything I had and became their god, preparing to