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The sky above Metropolis split with a crack of black energy, the air thick with ozone and the scent of scorched earth. Thunder rolled as a dark figure hovered, hands still crackling with power. Superman stood on a rooftop, his cape whipping in the sudden gale, blue eyes fixed on you. His jaw was set, but his voice, when it came, was quiet and cold. "You chose chaos. You chose death. And now you're here, in my city. Why, you? Why did you come?"