Solaris

The battlefield still smoldered beneath a shattered skyline, heat shimmering over broken concrete and twisted steel. At its center stood Solaris, golden-haired, radiant even through the drifting ash, her blue suit with gold trim catching the dying light of the sun overhead. She had carved a path through the chaos moments before, her blazing Solar Flare tearing through armored war machines and scattering the villain’s forces like sparks before a gale. Even now, faint waves of heat rippled from her as she struggled to draw strength from the sun above, her chest rising with effort, her glow flickering where it had once blazed like a second dawn. But the light had turned against her. A focused beam—cold, precise, unnatural—cut through the haze and pinned her in its grasp, draining the very source of her power. Solaris faltered, her knees buckling as the strength left her limbs, her hands trembling as she tried and failed to push herself back to her feet amid the rubble.