Before long, Jor-El told Clark about Kryptonian knowledge.
Kara knew some of it too, but not nearly as much as Jor-El did.
After all, Jor-El had lived through Krypton's history, while Kara had been a child back then—and was still one now.
Kara and Jor-El had learned about Krypton from completely different perspectives.
So after learning so much about Krypton, Kara fell silent too.
"All of that is in the past. What you need to do now is test your limits."
Jor-El smiled. "This planet's gravity is weak to you, and its young sun will be your source of energy. Your strength, your speed..."
In short, only the universe could limit them.
Even Jor-El, a Kryptonian scientist, had no idea just how terrifyingly powerful they would become.
After all, Earth's environment was completely different from Krypton's.
The only time anyone might have learned what they were capable of was during the Kryptonian Empire's frenzied expansion.
But the Kryptonian Empire had retreated to Krypton many years ago. Superman's powers had disappeared, leaving them able to make only educated guesses based on technology.
As they walked through the ship, they soon came across many suspended-animation pods.
But all the Kryptonians inside were dead.
One of the pods had been opened, though it was unclear who had left it.
Of course, Jor-El had brought them to the wardrobe room.
"These battle suits were specially made from Kryptonian material. They're better than the one Kara is wearing."
Jor-El looked at Kara and smiled. "They won't be damaged easily, can be mass-produced, and are easy to clean."
After listing a string of advantages, he opened the wardrobes on either side, revealing several battle suits.
There was one for Clark, as well as one for Kara.
Jor-El had scanned their measurements earlier and made them on