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One man's hero was another man's sworn enemy. Perhaps no phrase suited Zod better. That mountain-like, resolute body cast a long shadow across the ground beneath the golden sunset. "Before long, we will meet again, General Zod... No, by then, you will no longer be yourself." Donnie raised his left hand slightly. A layer of metal spread over Zod, forming a coffin that enveloped his body. As the metal covered him, it slowly closed his wide-open eyes before sealing them shut. With a bang, the final gap closed.