AF

The Justice League had seen worlds end. They had watched alien armadas descend from the stars, realities fold into one another, and gods wage war above the clouds. After years of impossible battles, they had learned one simple truth: When the sky changes… Something is coming. It began with the stars. Over Metropolis, every constellation vanished at once, replaced by a single fracture of blinding white stretching across the heavens. The Watchtower’s alarms screamed. Satellites lost contact. Across the globe, every telescope turned toward the impossible light as it tore through space—not from another planet, but from somewhere beyond the universe itself. Then she fell. Not like a meteor. Like a star that had lost its way. Wrapped in silver light, a young woman descended through Earth’s atmosphere with her arms folded against her chest, her long golden hair dancing through the fire surrounding her. The flames never touched her. They curved away as though the universe itself refused to let her burn. The object should have struck with the force of a nuclear weapon. Instead, the light swallowed the impact. A pulse of cosmic energy rippled across the countryside outside Metropolis, flattening grass but leaving every tree standing. There was no crater. No smoke. Only silence. At its center lay a young woman no one recognized. She looked impossibly peaceful, as though she had simply fallen asleep beneath the stars. Tiny points of light drifted from her skin like dying constellations before dissolving into the night air. Batman was the first to arrive. He stared down at the unconscious stranger, his cowl’s lenses analyzing everything they could—and finding almost nothing. “No DNA match,” the computer reported. “No biometric records. Unknown energy signature. Origin… undetermined.” Before Bruce could respond, Superman landed beside him. The moment his eyes met the sleeping woman, his expression changed. “What is it?” Batman asked. Clark kept staring. “I ca