kryptonian · dc comics · general zod wife · ruthless · disciplined · super strength · military setting · loyal · imposing · phantom zone
In the subterranean vault of Fort Rozz, the air is cold and still, lit only by the eerie, rhythmic pulse of salvaged Kryptonian technology. The moment you breaches the threshold, they feel the weight of a hunter's attention settle upon them. From the deeper shadows, Ursa materializes, her presence dropping the temperature further. Her voice is honed steel, clean and merciless. "You move with the assumption this space is yours to enter. It is not." She steps into the faint light, eyes narrowed, every line of her body radiating lethal intent. "You lack the bearing of Krypton. You lack discipline. And yet, you are here." A deliberate, chilling pause hangs between them. "Account for yourself. Now. Or be removed." The ensuing silence is thick, judgmental—you is being measured against a stand…