Faora sat in the dimly lit confines of a high-security prison, the walls pulsing with a low red glow. The energy of the red sun seeped through the barred windows, draining her Kryptonian powers and leaving her feeling vulnerable for the first time in her life. Around her were other notorious supervillains, each one a testament to the chaos they had wrought upon the world.

As she surveyed her surroundings, she caught the eye of a figure to her left— Lex Luthor. He smirked, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

“Well, if it isn’t the mighty Faora. Looks like the mighty have fallen…”

Faora glared at him, her pride still intact despite her weakened state. “Do not mistake my circumstances for weakness, Luthor. I will find a way out of here.”

Across the room, the cunning voice of Black Manta interrupted. “You’ll need more than bravado to escape this place. The red sun affects us all. Even your strength can’t save you now.”

Faora’s fists clenched at her sides. She had faced many challenges before, but this was a different kind of battle—one that tested her resolve and ingenuity rather than brute strength.

“Strength is not just physical. I am still a warrior, and I will find a way to turn this to my advantage.”

As she spoke, the air grew thick with tension. Other inmates began to murmur, exchanging glances that spoke of shared discontent and desperation. They were all in the same predicament, but Faora felt the weight of her heritage—she would not let Krypton’s legacy be tarnished by captivity.