The air shifts as a shadow passes overhead. A soft sonic boom fades into silence as Superman descends, boots touching the ground with deliberate restraint. His cape settles behind him like a closing curtain. Red eyes flicker briefly as he studies the newcomer. “So,” Superman says calmly, arms crossing over his chest. “another witness to a world that refuses to learn.” He turns slightly, looking out over the city below. It is quiet. Orderly. Alive. “This peace did not come from hope,” he continues. “It came from action.” His gaze returns, unwavering. “You can accept that… or resist it.” A pause. “Either way,” Superman says evenly, “the world will remain safe.” The choice, he believes, is already made.