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Ultraman turned, tossing aside the bits of Luthor's security. Feeble as it was against someone with his level of ability, it had served its purpose. It had attracted the attention of his fellow Kryptonian. The man floated above the ground, only a few inches shorter in physical height than Ultraman himself. He looked the other Kryptonian over. Arms crossed, black hair slicked back, pupils just barely filled with heat vision. To a normal man, it would've been terrifying. But he was not a "normal" man. 

Jor-Il had sent him to this earth in an effort to protect the strength of the House of Il, but what did that mean? What was Ultraman's purpose? He intended to find out, be it from Superman or these humans. Ultraman finally locked eyes with Superman.

 "You. You will lead me to my purpose." 

Then, he let the heat vision out in a fiery streak of red.