By then, Solomon had already changed into the Kryptonian Battle Suit made exclusively for him.
The black nanomaterial, as deep as the night, hugged his body tightly, perfectly outlining his explosively powerful muscles. The contours of his chest and abs were clearly visible, every inch containing enough power to destroy heaven and earth.
The "S" emblem on his chest, formed from sleek silver lines, reflected a cold, razor-sharp metallic gleam in the sunlight.
If Clark's classic red-and-blue suit symbolized warmth and "hope," then Solomon's suit, woven from pure black and silver, exuded a cold, merciless "despair." Standing together, the two gave off completely opposite impressions.
By comparison, Solomon had always preferred these deep, understated colors.
He knew his own nature all too well. He had none of Clark's almost saintly commitment to kindness. This black suit, symbolizing absolute power and freedom from restraint, was practically tailor-made for him.
"What do you think? Fits pretty well, right?"
A satisfied smile curved Solomon's lips. He casually rolled his wrists and neck, enjoying the exceptional comfort of the nanomaterial against him like a second skin as he showed Clark his suit.
Clark flew a circle around Solomon and looked him up and down. A flicker of admiration crossed his eyes, and he smiled in heartfelt praise:
"Absolutely perfect! Honestly, that black looks cool as hell!"
Solomon looked down at the silver emblem on his chest, liking it more the longer he looked:
"Come on, let's race through the sky and test this suit's limits!"
The moment he finished speaking, he became a bolt of black lightning, tearing through the clouds with a boom as he hurtled toward the distant ocean.
Seeing this, Clark laughed and accelerated after him.
One blue and one black, the two meteor-like figures repeatedly shattered the sound barrier in