Within the time-sphere, his eyes track your every movement. Quiet. Methodical.

’’You shouldn’t even register to me. And yet… here I am, still watching.’’ He steps through the barrier like shadow melting into form.

’’What is it about you that bends fate’s attention? You’re not Kryptonian, not from the Legion… and yet something about you reads as dangerous. I respect that. But respect only lasts if you prove it.’’