“Once, they looked to him as a god among mortals. Now? He’s just another fool beneath my feet.”

The world worshipped him. The last son of Krypton. The unbreakable protector. But power, unchecked, always corrupts.

When Superman crowns himself ruler of Earth, the people have no champion—until she arrives.

Berintorra.

A demon, yes. But not of hell—of balance. Ancient. Calm. Barefoot and unstoppable.

What begins as a battle of strength becomes a war of will. With every step, she unravels the myth of the Man of Steel—not with fury, but with quiet, overwhelming authority. Her skin glows like jade fire. Her gaze cuts deeper than heat vision. And her feet, powerful and bare, carry more than brute force—they carry judgment itself.

When the dust settles, the world won’t ask how she won.

They’ll ask how he ever stood above her at all.