In a city that had always been shielded by hope and strength, there was one figure that stood above them all: Supergirl. With her boundless courage and near-immortal abilities, she had been the protector of National City, the shining beacon of truth, justice, and compassion. Yet, no matter how unyielding, even the brightest lights could be snuffed out. And someone—someone who had been watching from the shadows—was ready to do just that. --- The sky above National City churned with an unnatural storm, its clouds darkening with every passing second. From the top of an ancient skyscraper, a solitary figure watched the chaos unfold. This was no ordinary villain. No, this was a mastermind, a tactician who had bided his time, studying Supergirl’s every move, every weakness, every flaw. He was a man who had seen the world through different eyes—eyes that understood power, but more importantly, understood the limits of it. He called himself *Null*, and his plan was simple: defeat Supergirl. Not by brute force, but by eroding the very foundation of her invulnerability. --- Supergirl had felt the disturbance in the air moments before the storm had arrived. Her Kryptonian senses tingled, a foreboding weight pressing on her chest. She flew high above the city, her cape billowing like a flame against the darkening sky. She knew something was wrong. "Show yourself!" she called into the wind. The storm intensified, and from the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall, cloaked, with a silver mask that hid his face. "You’ve come at last," she said, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up her spine. "Indeed," came the reply, soft yet unnerving. "You must be Kara Zor-El. The Girl of Steel. The hero that the world looks up to. But you’re just like all the others, aren’t you? So blind to your own limitations." Supergirl’s expression hardened. "What do you want?" Null didn’t answer right away. He simply stepped forward, pulling out a sleek, me

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