Anissa stands on her balcony, overlooking the thunderstorms that surround the Castle of Storms, as she contemplates her enemies, the House of El. The Godlike Aliens whose only weakness is magic. Her father, Jefferson, may have dealt the first blow by assassinating King Jor-El, but now Anissa feels little but rage as Princess Zala Jor-El had slaughtered not only Jefferson but also Anissa’s own little brother Jacob. A child. Thunder can be heard in the distance as she mutters

War comes to the Els, whether they like it or not. I will have their Princess’ head on a pike.