Omnitrix: DC's New Dawn

Ok, if your are doubtful as to why I am uploading, it's because I don't like when an author leaves without giving it at least a finish.

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Silent echoes of footsteps filled the halls of the Fortress of Solitude, its silence mourning the loss of its owner. It's shimmering walls reflecting the Phantoms shadow.

The Phantom, a Kryptonian Ghost, treaded the halls carrying the Key to the prison that bound him for decades. As a ghost that stood amidst other, to never be seen. But he had found his way.

Xa-Du, in all his intellect found a way. With the reluctant help of the other prisoners, he created a suit that would allow him out of the Phantom Zone, even if only as a phantom. But the Rao favored them as the opportunity to their freedom appeared.

The barrier between the Phantom Zone and the reality weakened, allowing for fissure to form naturally, swallowing some insects. The breaches were random at sight, but there were many of great minds imprisoned in the Phantom Zone, for all their atrocities.

Jax-Ur, a mathematical genius, found the equation to the irrational.

With his equation, they each would escape through the breach without ever. But with stroke of luck or a genuine coincidence, Kal-El and the Human's they call Batman brought themselves to their doom. With his escape, making them fall was nothing but concrete.

With Kal-El imprisoned, there would not be another to stop them. The heroes of this earth would fall to their might and the human race would follow suit.

Xa-Du placed the projector back onto its mount, his bandaged hands moving with an unsettling precision as it reconnected the device to the Phantom Screen. With a low hum filled the room as the projector activated, casting a pale light onto the screen.

The screen surface rippled like water, and the haunting figures of the Phantom Zone's prisoner began to appear. Their translucent forms pressed against the screen, their shadows flickering like a flame in the wind, their eyes filled with fury and desperation.

Xa-Du took a step back, his voice reverberating in Kryptonese. "I bring you freedom."

The screen surface rippled as figures appeared through, their phantom form turning to material.

One of the figures, his presence commanding and dominerring, steeped forward. General Zod. His dark eyes burning with purpose, his imposing figure adorned in a battle-worn Kryptonian uniform. Behind him stood two others: Faora-Ul, his loyal lieutenant, and Non-Ek, a towering brute with firece glare.

Another man emerged alongside them—a gaunt, calculating man with sharp features, and as much of an air of intellect as his muscles. Jax-Ur, the man who had deciphered the Phantom Zone's weakening. His cold gaze swept over the room, analysing every detail with unnerving precision.

Zod stepped closer to the projector, his hand carefully examining it. "You have done well, Xa-Du. But this is only the beginning."

Jax-Ur made a mocking bow, a twisted smile forming on his face. "I live to impress, General."

The screen rippled again as more phantoms pressed forward, their spectral forms clawing at the barrier, unable to proceed. Their voices overlapped in a cacophony of demands, each one desperate to be freed.

"Release us!"

"We have waited long enough!"

"Free us, Zod!"

Zod raised a hand, silencing the chaotic chorus with a single gesture. His piercing gaze scanning the gathered phantoms, his expression one of controlled disdain. "You are prisoners, just as we were. But I have no intention of liberating all of you. Not vile you act like mongrels."

The phantom's roared in outrage, their translucent forms withering in the Zone's confines.

Faora stepped forward, her cold voice slicing through the noise. "Silence. General Zod does not answer to your demands."

Jax-Ur adjusted his redmonocle, his voice calm yet laced with arrogance. "The weakening of the Phantom Zone is an opportunity. But releasing all of you would only create chaos, We require order."

Zod turned to Jax-Ur, his tone decisive. "Have you confirmed the calculations for the final Breach. How far has it progressed?"

Jax-Ur nodded, gesturing to the shimmering screen. "The Zone's barriers are fraying, General. The concentration is localized for now, but it is healing. If we act quickly, we can exploit it to achieve full control."

Zod's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then we seize it. Krypton's will rise again—not as the fractured remnants of a dead world but as a force to rule the galaxy."

A low groan emanated from the screen, drawing their attention. A new figure appeared, his form solidifying as he was pulled into the chamber.

Clark Kent.

Superman was restrained, his arms bound by a thin cuffs. His expression was one of defiance, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of confusion. He was surrounded by the oppressive energy of the Zone, his Kryptonian physiology weakened in its unnatural confines.

Zod's smile widened as he stepped closer to the screen, his gaze fixed on the captured Man of Steel. "And what do we have here? A Kryptonian who has betrayed his heritage by siding with the weaklings of Earth."

Clark's eyes narrowed, his voice firm despite his weakened state. "I protect this planet because it's my home."

Zod tilted his head, his expression mocking. "Home? You are an orphan of Krypton, Kal-El. A survivor of a dead world clinging to the ruins of another. You were sent here to continue its Legacy, not play role-up as hero.

But do not worry. Soon, I will show you what true power looks like."

Clark struggled against his restraints, his voice unwavering. "I've faced tyrants before, Zod. You won't win. Even if I am confined, my friends will stop you."

Zod chuckled, his confidence unshaken. "You mistake me for one of your petty Earthly villains, Kal-El. I am Krypton's destiny. And soon, you will either join me—or be crushed beneath my heel."

The chamber filled with the hum of the Phantom Zone's energy, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

As Zod turned to the mummy, he gave a single command. "Prepare the way. Earth will be the first to kneel."

The mummy bowed, moving swiftly to fulfill Zod's orders.

Clark's eyes remained locked on Zod, his determination unyielding even in the face of overwhelming odds. "You won't get away with this."

Zod's smile grew darker. "On the contrary, Kal-El. I already have."