In Low Earth Orbit, in the silent, icy vacuum of space.
The massive, pitch-black Kryptonian mothership, Black Zero, hovered quietly in Earth's orbit like a lurking beast of steel.
Inside the main control room, General Zod, his second-in-command Faora, and several other surviving elite Kryptonian warriors had been waiting for some time.
When the control room's hatch slowly opened and Solomon's group entered the hall, every Kryptonian's gaze fixed on Solomon and the green-skinned alien dangling from his hand.
A subtle, oppressive silence hung in the air.
General Zod's gaze lingered on Calvin for a moment before he turned to give Solomon a long, searching look.
As a soldier through and through, Zod respected only the strong.
He had watched everything that had just happened on Earth with perfect clarity through the ship's sensors.
The terrifying abilities that green-skinned alien had displayed had made even Zod's heart tremble.
Had Solomon not intervened, with only these few Kryptonians who had just arrived and had yet to fully adapt to Earth's environment, the outcome would truly have remained uncertain if they had gone to all-out war with Earth's military and forced a monster of that caliber to emerge.
Kryptonians revered absolute power, and at this moment, Solomon was the god who stood above everything.
"Greetings, General!"
General Zod stepped forward first, pressed his right fist against the left side of his chest, and gave Krypton's highest military salute.
Following his lead, Faora and the other elite Kryptonian warriors behind him bowed their heads and bent at the waist in unison, their bearing utterly respectful.
Judging by this display, Zod had already thoroughly convinced his unruly subordinates during the brief ascent.
Even Faora, the second-in-command whom Solomon had previously battered and knocked unconscious twice, now had nothing but fervent awe in her lowered