The void of space burned with emerald fire.

  ks of shattered warships drifted like fotten relics as Kara Zor-El shot through the wreckage, a streak of gold and red. Her eyes bzed with heat vision, carving molten lihrough Brainiac’s defense drones. Each burst of energy exploded in brilliaions, but Kara didn’t stop to admire her work.

  There were too many. Always too many.

  “Just another day in space,” she muttered, weaving through debris as psma bsts streaked past her. Her cape fluttered behind her like a war banner.

  A voice crackled through her earpiece—Brainiac’s cold, calcuted tone, devoid of emotion. “Resistance is illogical. You ot withstand the might of my fleet.”

  “Oh yeah?” Kara grinned, g her fists. “Might want to recalcute, metalhead.”

  She rocketed forward, fists glowing with sor energy. The drone barely had time tister her presence before she puraight through it, its circuits sparking as it split apart.

  Brainiac’s warship loomed ahead—a massive, skull-like vessel adorned with green Kryptonite reactors. The quantum on on its front began to hum ominously, gathering enough power to vaporize aire p.

  Earth was in its crosshairs.

  Kara’s jaw tightened. “Not happening.”

  With a burst of speed, she dodged a barrage of missiles, grabbed one mid-air, and hurled it back at the ship. It detonated against the hull, but the on tinued charging.

  “Alright, fi’s do this the hard way.”

  She shot toward the ship’s core like a et, fists raised. Brainiac’s voice droned in her ear again, calm as ever.

  “You ot stop what is iable.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  She smmed into the hull with a thunderous impact, ripping through the metal pting. Arms bred. Brainiac’s drones swarmed her, but Kara spun, unleashing a bst of heat vision that reduced them to molten scrap.

  The reactor chamber was ahead—glowing with trated Kryptonite energy.

  Her skin prickled. Her body ached.

  Kryptohe ohing that could weaken her.

  But she pushed through the pain. Strength mattered more than anything. Schemes, maes, calcutions—they all crumbled before absolute power.

  “That’s your mistake, Brainiac,” she growled under her breath. “You thought you could win with logic. But I’ve got fists—and I’m not afraid to use them.”

  She drove her fists into the core, unleashing all her strength. The reactor buckled. Energy surged, wild and unstable. The quantum on flickered and died.

  “You lose.”

  The explosion tore through the ship, sending shockwaves across the void. Kara shot out from the wreckage, cape trailing behind her as fmes ed what remained of Brainiac’s fleet.

  She hovered, breathing heavily but victorious.

  Finally… it was over.

  Siletled over the battlefield. Stars twinkled in the distance. Kara let out a breath, allowing herself a small smile.

  “Damn, I’m good.”

  She wiped the soot from her cheek, stretg her sore muscles. The battle had pushed her hard—but nothing she couldn’t handle. Kryptonite or not, she was still Kryptonian.

  Still the Last Daughter of Krypton.

  Still—

  Honk. Honk.

  Kara froze.

  Her brow furrowed.

  Honk. Honk.

  The sound was faint, but unmistakable.

  “What… was that?”

  She gnced around. Space was empty. No ships, no drones—just the remnants of her battle. But the sound came again, clearer this time.

  HOOOONK.

  It echoed across the stars like a ed car horn.

  Kara’s eyes narrowed. “…That ’t be right.”

  She sed her surroundings, half expeg another enemy fleet. Maybe some new Brainiac backup—some final on. But there was nothing. Just empty void.

  Until, in the distance, she saw it.

  Two faint lights—headlights.

  Her heart skipped a beat. “No way.”

  The lights grew brighter, cutting through the void like twin suns. Then came the silhouette—a massive, boxy vehicle hurtling through space.

  A truck.

  An actual space truck.

  It glowed faintly green—Kryptonite energy radiating from its chassis. The sound of its r engine somehow carried through the vacuum. She could see the faint outline of a driver in the front cab, casually sipping from a coffee cup.

  The truck's horn bred again, louder this time—HOOOOONK.

  Kara stared, sck-jawed.

  “What the hell…?”

  The truck barreled toward her, gaining speed. A gleaming logo shimmered on its side: “Kryptonite Express Space Delivery – We Deliver, You Suffer.”

  And below it, several bumper stickers pstered across the rear:

  “HONK IF YOU HATE KRYPTONIANS.”

  “I BRAKE FOR NO ONE.”

  “KRYPTONITE INSIDE – HAH FEAR.”

  The driver waved. He actually waved.

  Kara blinked.

  Her instincts screamed at her to move—but she was too stunned.

  “Wait, wait, WAIT—”

  HOOOONK.

  The headlights fred.

  The engine roared.

  And the st thing Kara thought before impact was:

  “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

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