Clark placed a hand on the glass of the observation window, feeling the faint hum of alien power. “We have to go in. The artifact is likely inside the rift. If we can retrieve it, we might be able to seal the breach before it grows.”
“We’ve secured a piece of Krypton’s future,” Clark replied, his voice steady. “And we’ve made an ally in a place no one could have imagined.”
Visions of a Kryptonian council debating the fate of their world, of a secret repository designed to safeguard reality itself, flooded his mind. He saw his ancestors, including his great‑grandfather , who had entrusted the Core to a hidden dimension precisely to prevent a catastrophic misuse.
