The golden storms churning across the sun's surface were billions of times more magnificent than any hurricane on Earth. Kara floated above that boiling sea of light, her cape stretched by the ionic winds into a tattered battle flag.
Before the absolute majesty of a star, her Kryptonian senses lost their usual swagger. She should have felt scorching heat, but the sun was her source, a second womb for an orphan of Krypton. Warmth seeped through every inch of her skin, flowing through the lattice of her Kryptonian cells and peeling away, layer by layer, the fatigue accumulated in Earth's atmosphere. She could even hear the sun's pulse, its low-frequency rumble penetrating the vacuum of space and stirring an ancient resonance within her chest.
"Might be a little far..."
Kara looked down at what she held in both hands: humanity's most desperate creations, curses of fission and fusion's fury imprisoned in metal coffins.
She estimated the distance, then deliberately stretched her arms to loosen up her chest.
Then she drew her body back, adopting a pose much like a javelin thrower's.
"Hyah!"
The two warheads flew into the depths of the star. Their bodies began melting the instant they entered the chromosphere, their aluminum-magnesium alloy casings turning into silvery threads that rapidly dispersed. But the plutonium cores inside were squeezed together by the magnetic field, triggering one final critical reaction before plunging into the radiative zone.
Two miniature mushroom clouds erupted inside the sun, but the energy they released was immediately swallowed and diluted by the surrounding hydrogen plasma, becoming a fleeting burst of gamma rays. Like two grains of salt tossed into a furnace, they stirred only a ring of almost invisible solar ripples.
Kara turned and flew toward Earth. Behind her, the star she had barely tickled threw