Kara left Oa Star after confirming the situation regarding the Parallax monster. If the creature still posed a threat to her or her family, Kara wouldn't hesitate to eliminate it. At least one more decisive move would ensure the newborn Parallax never dared to challenge her again.
However, it seemed the threat had subsided.
Relieved, Kara set her sights back on Earth.
She hadn't anticipated that this journey would keep her away for five years. During this time, she had immersed herself in studying the sun—analyzing its structure, composition, and every particle it contained.
The radiation, deadly to humans, was a source of immense power for her. Solar flares, in particular, provided her with tremendous energy. Even the smallest flare could rival the explosion of billions of hydrogen bombs, and the largest ones were beyond comprehension.
For Kara, this wasn't just a challenge but an opportunity. The five years spent absorbing energy from solar flares were equivalent to tens of thousands of years basking in Earth's sunlight. Her venture to the sun's core had only amplified this power.
When Kara finally returned to Earth, it was late at night. She deliberately chose this time to avoid unnecessary attention. Interacting with "little blue men" or dealing with the power of their rings wasn't something she was in the mood for.
As she walked toward the familiar courtyard of her childhood home, Kara glanced at the rings on her fingers—artifacts of the emotional spectrum, each holding immense power.
"These things are so cumbersome," she muttered, frowning at their bulky design, which almost covered her finger bones. They were inconvenient and too conspicuous.
"It'd be better if they were strings instead," Kara mused, an idea sparking in her mind.
With a flicker of her reality-rewriting powers, the rings transformed. One by one, they became slender, colorful strings, their hues corresponding to the original spectrum of emotions.
Satisfied with the result, Kara clenched her fist and smiled. It was far more practical now.
As she approached her house, she was greeted by the loud barking of a dog.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
The door swung open, and a large dog bounded toward her, circling excitedly at her feet.
"Crypto," Kara greeted warmly. The superdog had been the first to sense her return.
"What's going on, Crypto?"
Martha Kent hurried out, her expression concerned, only to stop in her tracks when she saw the tall figure in the yard. Blonde hair cascaded past the visitor's shoulders, and a vibrant red cape billowed gently behind her.
"Kara, you're home," Martha said, her voice thick with emotion. She stepped forward, pulling her adoptive daughter into a tight embrace.
"I'm back, Mom," Kara said with a smile. Gently nudging Crypto aside, she hugged her mother warmly.
Martha couldn't resist a playful jab. "Still teasing Crypto, I see."
Kara chuckled, while Crypto merely wagged his tail, unconcerned.
Jonathan Kent appeared in the doorway, his expression neutral as he surveyed the scene. With a huff, he turned back inside without a word.
Kara wasn't offended. She knew he was upset about her prolonged absence.
"Have you eaten? Let me make you something," Martha offered, already heading toward the kitchen.
Kara considered stopping her but decided against it. It had been years since she'd tasted her mother's cooking, and the thought made her mouth water.
She picked up Crypto and followed Martha into the house.
Jonathan pretended to focus on the television in the living room, but his eyes kept darting toward Kara. She sat on the couch, cradling Crypto in her arms, and smiled at him.
"You're all grown up now, aren't you? Don't even want to come back home," Jonathan grumbled.
Kara winced. She understood his frustration.
She was thirty-five years old now, though she looked no older than twenty. With her flawless skin, radiant energy, and youthful features, she could easily pass as a high school student. Her Kryptonian physiology, enhanced by years of solar exposure, made her virtually ageless and invulnerable.
Clark, now twenty-five, had recently graduated college and decided to embark on a journey to explore the world. Kara had fully supported his decision, but Jonathan clearly felt differently.
"You used to encourage Clark to travel, but now you're full of complaints," Martha called out from the kitchen, her tone reproachful.
Kara smiled softly but kept quiet. She wasn't about to stoke the fire.
Jonathan finally turned off the television and looked at Kara. "What have you been up to these past few years? I know you called us a few times, but it always felt like you were far away—like we might lose you forever."
Kara looked down, stroking Crypto's fur. Her father's words struck a chord, and she took a deep breath.
After a moment of contemplation, she met his gaze. "Dad, I've been working on something that could save our planet. I've discovered a way to restore Krypton… and even bring back those who died."
Jonathan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This could include my biological parents and Clark's too. But… should I do it? Should I bring back Krypton and everyone who perished?"
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