"Why did you tear the fortress door off?"
Clark looked at his drunken older cousin, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Speechless, he pointed toward the main entrance of the Fortress of Solitude.
"Kara, the door's been over there the whole time."
"Huh?" Kara blinked, groggily preparing to look in the direction he was pointing.
But her gaze suddenly stopped halfway there.
Because someone she had never seen before had appeared in her field of vision.
Her gaze settled on the man in black battle armor leaning against an ice pillar.
Kara sobered up a little.
She looked at Pero in surprise.
Who was this man?!
There was also a strange sense of pressure coming from him.
Like suppression from a higher level of life.
And that black battle armor, with its brutal, high-tech aesthetic, and that face about as handsome as her younger cousin's.
"Wow..." Kara murmured instinctively.
She turned to Clark. "Bro, who's this guy?! He's so much hotter than you!"
"Ahem!" Clark was a little embarrassed by her blunt remark.
He cleared his throat and gestured with his right hand.
"Kara, this is... uh..." Clark hesitated, unsure how to introduce him accurately. "Another... Kryptonian?"
"Pero."
"A Kryptonian?!"
Kara froze in place.
Because she had wanted to get drunk, she had gone to a red sun system. Only there could she get drunk.
But now that she had returned to a yellow sun system, her drunkenness was beginning to fade.
Her previously hazy eyes cleared, widening into circles with shock.
"Wait... you said... another... Kryptonian?!"
She rushed forward a few steps.
She was different from Clark, who had left Krypton as a baby and had no memories of his homeworld.
Kara had watched Krypton fall apart with her own eyes.
She remembered that apocalyptic scene.
When Krypton exploded,