Dead silence fell over the scene.
Both the troops behind the defensive line and the viewers sitting before screens around the world held their breath in terror, staring blankly at the unfamiliar figure in the center of the screen, his back to them, who had appeared out of thin air like a black god of slaughter.
As though carrying three weightless, tattered sacks, Solomon held one in one hand and two in the other, walking unhurriedly up to the Krypton Landing Ship before casually tossing his three unconscious compatriots onto the sand beneath the hatch like garbage.
He slowly raised his head. His deep, pitch-black eyes seemed to pierce through the ship's surveillance cameras and stare straight at the Kryptonian Mothership stationed in Low Earth Orbit as he said coldly:
"Take your people back. And pass a message to Zod for me. If he really wants to talk, have him come down and meet me himself!"
A Krypton Soldier came trembling out of the ship's hatch and clumsily dragged the three unconscious soldiers back aboard, never once finding the courage to raise his head and look Solomon in the eye.
With a low roar from its engines, the pitch-black landing ship shot into the sky, fleeing from everyone's sight in an instant.
Only when the alien shadow overhead had completely vanished did the troops and media at the distant defensive line snap out of their daze, turning their shocked and awestruck gazes toward Solomon, who had just displayed his overwhelming might, and Clark, who was flying back from afar.
Solomon's night-black suit also bore an exceptionally conspicuous silver "S" emblem.
His stark black cape matched the design of Clark's red-and-blue suit, but the strength he had displayed was a hundred times more terrifying than that of the alien in red