We entered the Spire. The lobby was a mess of shattered glass and frozen security guards—literally frozen. Ice crystals crept up the walls. In the center, Lois was tied to a chair, arguing with the clone.
"Hello, Jimmy," said Not-Superman. "I am Kal-El 2.0. The upgrade. The definitive edition. I have been sent to correct a small error: your continued breathing." Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3
She chanted in Spanish—old words, the kind my grandmother used to whisper before lighting candles. The clone froze. Not from cold, but from confusion. His mercury eyes flickered. For one second, he looked terrified. We entered the Spire