Through the kitchen window, the sky turned amber, then a sickly green. A crack split the horizon, and out of it fell a single figure: not a monster, but a man in a tattered Superman suit, his skin chalk-white, his eyes hollow red.

Lois stepped forward, fearless. “Who are you?”

The episode ended with the Kent family staring at the horizon as the sky cracked wider, and from the void—a million red suns.

It had arrived the night before, buried in the chest of a dying Kryptonian scout drone. The drone’s last words weren’t a warning. They were a name.