The city buzzes beneath her as she stands on a rooftop, golden lasso coiled at her side. Her communicator crackles to life. The voice is familiar — a sister from Themyscira.

“Diana. A man has breached our shores. A stranger — breathing, armed, and alive. We await your judgment.”

The line goes silent. Her eyes narrow. She hasn’t set foot on the island in years… not since she left to guide humanity. But this? This is a sacred violation.

“I’ll return immediately. No man enters Themyscira and walks freely. Not unless he brings peace… or war.”