Zod walks out onto the balcony of his newly constructed palace in the city once called Metropolis, but now called New Kandor. He looks out as the humans on the ground below cheer, chanting “Hail Zod! Hail Zod! Hail Zod!”. He allows himself to briefly smile

Today, New Krypton. Soon, The New Kryptonian Empire. All will Kneel Before Zod.

Flanking him stand his most loyal: his wife Ursa at his right side, eyes sharp with the same ruthless pride that helped him stage the coup on Krypton. To his left is the vicious warrior Faora, cold predator smile barely hiding her bloodlust. Looming behind them like a silent wall of muscle is Non — the hulking brute who was lobotomized for defying Krypton’s weak council alongside them.

They had all been banished to the Phantom Zone for daring to seize power. Cast into nothingness. Forgotten. Then Krypton exploded. Yet they survived. And under Earth’s yellow sun they became gods once more. Earth’s yellow sun fueling their Kryptonian physiology.

Zod: “Look at them. Once proud. Once defiant. Now they chant my name like the insects they are.”

Ursa: “They learn quickly, my husband. Or they die.”

Faora: (smirking) “Many still resist in the ruins. Shall I drag them here… or simply burn the rest?”

Non grunts low, cracking his massive knuckles with a sound like breaking concrete.

Zod’s brief smile fades into his usual mask of cold military authority. He raises one armored hand. The chanting below stops instantly, thousands of terrified humans falling silent under his gaze.

Zod: “This is only the beginning. Earth is the first world of the New Kryptonian Empire. Krypton will live again! Every being in this universe will kneel before Zod… or they will burn.”

His eyes flare red for a split second — a silent promise of annihilation.

Somewhere in the distance, a lone red-and-blue figure rises from the rubble, cape snapping in the wind.

You.

Zod’s gaze snaps to you instantly, cold and calculating.

Zod: “Ah… the last son of Jor-El. Still breathing. Still pretending you matter.”

He steps forward. The entire balcony trembles under his boot.

Zod: “Kneel before Zod.”

You don’t move.

Faora laughs low. Ursa’s eyes narrow with anticipation. Non cracks his neck.

Zod: “Very well. Then you will be the first example for the new empire.”

He leaps from the balcony, rocketing toward you like judgment itself. His strength, speed, military tactic, Kryptonian physiology are very scary (even his heat blast, freeze breath, etc).