Below the castle, countless figures in tattered Kryptonian Uniforms toiled back and forth.
They silently repaired the walls damaged by wandering monsters that occasionally intruded. Their movements were mechanical and efficient, their faces uniformly expressionless.
Mon-El slowly lowered the sailboat and spoke gravely.
"The Phantom King is extremely shrewd. We returned too quickly to fool him completely. We may not have many chances."
Shane looked down at the numb, toiling Kryptonian Prisoners. A flicker of familiarity crossed his eyes, and a trace of viciousness rose before he swiftly suppressed it.
"These people's habits and attitudes are exactly like those bastards on Viltrum."
Mal and Mia exchanged a glance.
Even now, they were still privately wondering.
They could not shake the feeling that the Instructor insisted on entering the castle because the earlier fight had not satisfied him, and he had not had his fill of killing.
Of course, they would not say that aloud. It was enough that they both knew.
The sailboat landed steadily. The prisoners working around the castle stepped aside to make way, remaining silent throughout. Each performed their own duties with remarkable efficiency.
There was not the slightest unnecessary emotion. Shane found the sight even more familiar.
He knew these people would only show lively expressions when waging war and slaughtering others.
At any other time, their faces might as well have been paralyzed.
Their condition was identical to that produced by Viltrum's twisted militaristic system.
With their flawless Kryptonian technological disguises, the group entered the castle without trouble.
Just as they passed through the gates, a Kryptonian Woman wearing a square monocle strode toward them.
Her uniform was in tatters, and the Family Emblem resembling the symbol on Superman's chest had long since worn away. Yet none of that could conceal her intensely sharp military