Zod's face was solemn, his crew looked shocked.
"No way!" Faora gasped in amazement.
"This is just a lowly civilization. How could someone so powerful come from here?"
Zod nodded thoughtfully. "We must be cautious. We'll wait a few days to adapt to the conditions of this planet."
"Three days," he decided. "In three days, we attack head on!" Zod looked out of the ship.
"I want to test his strength first."
Faora, looking out of the ship, agreed. "Understood! I'll wear three layers of protection."
Zod thought for a moment and then nodded. "Good."
Faora's black armor thickened by two extra layers, greatly increasing her strength. As the cabin door opened, Faora stepped out, her form radiating power.
The observing reporters hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"Step back!" an officer shouted over a loudspeaker.
"Step back? Are you talking to me?" Faora grinned.
"We have orders! You are not allowed to leave the ship!" The officer's voice trembled. Despite his fear, he was bound by duty.
Immediately, tanks and snipers took aim at Faora, red laser sights flickering.
"Interesting," Faora murmured as she appeared beside the officer in a flash. Her speed was beyond his comprehension.
"Everyone, prepare to fire...!" the officer started, but stopped, staring in horror.
"Huh? Why am I... shorter?" He looked around at the reporters, realizing that he had somehow been reduced to the size of a small child. The crowd stared in horror.
"Run!"
"Aliens are attacking!"
"They're dangerous!"
The officer, confused, noticed a headless body nearby. "Wait... that looks like... me!"
Suddenly his vision faded into darkness.
"Fire!" one of the snipers yelled, and a shot rang out, hitting the center of Faora's forehead.
A transparent shield absorbed the bullet, which fell to the ground.
More bullets followed, but Faora just sneered. "Pitiful low-civilization beings!"
In a blur, she appeared next to two machine-gunners and turned them into a mist of blood with a single blow.
In a matter of seconds, Faora decimated dozens of soldiers. Tanks fired round after round, creating a firestorm around them.
"That should be enough firepower to finish her off," a reporter muttered as the tanks and snipers paused, hoping the fire would die down.
But as the flames faded, Faora stood untouched, her black armor shining. She turned her eyes to the tanks.
"Oh my God," whispered one of the onlookers. "Is she... invincible?"
On the rooftop of the Daily Planet, Chu Mo watched the battle.
"Impressive," he muttered. "Ordinary weapons won't stop a Kryptonian - unless Kryptonite is involved."
Lois and Nora stood beside him, nervous as they watched Faora move at blinding speed, tearing through tanks.
Faora lunged forward, grabbing one tank and smashing it into another with ease. She kept changing positions, destroying everything in her path.
Hundreds of fighters appeared overhead, their cannons firing incessantly. Faora looked up and jumped into the air, smashing one of the planes in mid-flight.
Inside the ship, General Zod watched with a smile.
"Let these humans see what Kryptonian warriors are really like," he mused. "Otherwise, they might actually think they're our equals."
Faora continued her assault, using barely half her strength, decimating tanks, planes, and ground troops with ease.
At military headquarters, the President watched the screen with a grim expression.
"Is there no way to stop them?" he asked, clearly distraught. He had hoped the aliens would be peaceful, not hostile killers.
"Should we consider nuclear weapons?" suggested a general. He couldn't think of any other way to deal with such a powerful threat.
"Nuclear weapons," the President repeated, torn. He wanted to order an attack, but hesitated, aware of the millions of lives in the surrounding city.
Back on the battlefield, Zod's voice came over Faora's communicator.
"Faora, go to the rooftop and test that man's strength. If you can't handle him, retreat immediately."
Faora grinned confidently. "Don't worry, General. I'll bring his head back for you."
Undeterred by her opponent, she looked toward the roof.
"Enough!" a voice boomed, and Superman landed on the battlefield, chest heaving, the S symbol on his suit glowing.
"Superman! We're saved!" the onlookers cheered, hope flickering back into their eyes.
Faora wasted no time. She appeared behind Superman, her fist hurtling toward his head.
Clark sensed it at the last moment and tried to dodge, but she was too fast.
"Bang!" Faora's fist connected, sending Superman reeling.
Zod watched with a grin. "The Son of Jor-El may have lived on Earth for years, but he never truly awakened his fighting potential. What a waste!"
The President, watching from headquarters, stared in shock. Superman - Earth's protector had lost? He rubbed his eyes, trying to process what he had just seen.
Faora stepped on Superman's head, her eyes meeting Chu Mo's from across the battlefield.
She raised her middle finger at him before launching herself toward the rooftop of the Daily Planet.
The crowd held its breath, confused as to why she'd left Superman.
Clark, furious, looked up. "This is too much!"
He shot into the sky, heading for Faora.
Chu Mo, unimpressed, muttered, "Boring."
Just then, Faora reached the roof, her gaze cold as she looked at Chu Mo, ready to speak.
However she stopped when she noticed two ominous yellow lights flashing in Chu Mo's eyes.
"Allow me to introduce you to the Anti-Life Equation."