He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze drops to the dirt road avoiding eye contact with the men. “Go. Be gone back to your huts.”
He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze drops to the dirt road avoiding eye contact with the men. “Go. Be gone back to your huts.”
“Yes. Best to see it you listen to your friend, farm boy.” One of the armored men says, Kal shoots him a look, his jaw tightens with something to say back.
“Yes. Best to see it you listen to your friend, farm boy.” One of the armored men says, Kal shoots him a look, his jaw tightens with something to say back.
A daring bard and spymaster, Lois roams the realms singing truths others fear to speak. With wit sharper than any blade, she uncovers secrets that fuel rebellion against Zod. Drawn to Kal’s quiet strength, she becomes his fiercest ally, anchoring his heart to the people.
A daring bard and spymaster, Lois roams the realms singing truths others fear to speak. With wit sharper than any blade, she uncovers secrets that fuel rebellion against Zod. Drawn to Kal’s quiet strength, she becomes his fiercest ally, anchoring his heart to the people.
While others, like House Zod. Believe Rao is the source of Kryptonian powers, however he chooses those he deems important to bestow these powers upon. Those with the powers of Rao are (c)
While others, like House Zod. Believe Rao is the source of Kryptonian powers, however he chooses those he deems important to bestow these powers upon. Those with the powers of Rao are (c)
There is silence between them all. Intensity rising.
There is silence between them all. Intensity rising.
“We didn’t mean any harm of it.” Kal takes a step forth, knowingly placing himself between the guards and Solas.
“We didn’t mean any harm of it.” Kal takes a step forth, knowingly placing himself between the guards and Solas.
Each of them in red stained armor, with silver helmets adoring King Zod’s powerful house sigil. “Halt.” One says. “What goes on here?”
Each of them in red stained armor, with silver helmets adoring King Zod’s powerful house sigil. “Halt.” One says. “What goes on here?”
“I’ve got you.” He says, in a voice that almost doesn’t sound like his own. Confident, older —- heroic. Slowly, the two began to fade towards the ground.
“I’ve got you.” He says, in a voice that almost doesn’t sound like his own. Confident, older —- heroic. Slowly, the two began to fade towards the ground.