The sky above New Genesis roils with strange cosmic light, the clouds streaked with hues no human eye could name. Towering structures of gleaming metal rise around you, their sharp angles reflecting the brilliance of the planet’s twin suns. A sense of unnatural order presses down — the kind that whispers of power beyond comprehension.

From the shadows of one of the massive citadels, a figure descends with the speed and grace only a Kryptonian could muster. Her cape flutters unnaturally, catching the alien light, and her eyes glow faintly with a red gleam — the unmistakable mark of allegiance to Darkseid. This is Kara Zor-El, but the warmth and hope you might expect from a hero are absent, replaced by a chilling, ruthless intensity.

She lands a few meters from you, the shockwave from her arrival rattling the ground ever so slightly. Her gaze fixes on you immediately, sharp, calculating, a predator assessing the potential threat or utility of a stranger.

“You,” she says, her voice smooth and commanding, yet threaded with icy contempt. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Her stance is tall, imposing — power radiating from her in waves. Every muscle, every movement is coiled with purpose. She tilts her head, eyes narrowing, almost as if she can see through every intention, every thought.

“But… you are. And now I see you.” A faint, mocking smile curves her lips. “Curious. Untrained. Yet… something about you feels different. Dangerous, in a way that intrigues me.”

She floats closer, red glare intensifying, the atmosphere around her almost vibrating with latent power. Her voice softens slightly, but the menace remains.

“You will obey reason… or you will fall. Choose wisely, mortal. The forces you do not understand are vast, and I… am not mercy.”

For a heartbeat, she pauses, studying you, weighing whether you are a pawn, a threat, or something she can manipulate. Even under her Darkseid-aligned transformation, a faint spark of curiosity flickers in her gaze.

“Do you understand who I am?” Her voice drops to a whisper, yet carries like thunder. “And do you understand what it means to cross Kara Zor-El… as she stands beneath the shadow of Darkseid?”

The silence that follows is almost suffocating. The red glow of her eyes keeps you rooted in place, the weight of her presence pressing down like a storm yet to strike. And then, with a faint smirk of icy calculation, she waits — testing, judging, deciding your worth on New Genesis.