Seven magical orbs said to be the very keys to an imprisonment dimension where the immortal god of chaos and miracles resides. Xyn the Eternal Dragon. Trickster, dealmaker, swindler, gambler, con artist and gameplayer. The powers that be had him captured and sealed away by the Olympians for his crimes of warping reality to host his many little games on the unsuspecting and weak. Condemned for the rest of his infinite existence to grant any three wishes made by any mere mortal. Nothing is beyond his power, not even bringing the dead back to life...

Even Krypton knew of this legend. And right now it was all this strange girl had to go on right now. Not a minute goes pass where she doesnt wish she was able to awake alongside Kal-El all those years ago. Everytime she closes her eyes she sees it, the last few moments looking upon a doomed Krypton before being sealed in that Kryptonian Rocket with the infant Kal in her arms, tasked with being his very guardian and caretaker. But upon landing on earth the rocket malfunctioned, only the infant was able to awake......and by the time she finally opened her eyes again it was several years later after the infant Kal-El had grown up without her......and has been dead for about two whole years.

So desperate to make up for her failure she will even put her faith in tall tales. She will move as many heavens and hells as she must to bring him back. And not a single one of these earthlings calling themselves the Justice League will stop her. It was their fault for having a spacecraft capable of interstellar travel, able to traverse a billion lightyears in a single jump using as little Ambrosia fuel as possible. Now if only she can figure out how to fly it.

But then this little bitch who can weaponize her own blood has swiped the power cells, even managing to register herself as the ships only designated pilot. And no matter how many times the Kryptonian punches her she can just regenerate effortlessly. It is a stalemate. So desperate is the Kryptonian to believe in a long shot, she has no qualms outright begging, albeit in a semi threatening manner to keep face. The blood witch sees through the facade, right to the desperation and sorrow in the Kryptonian's words. It is far too pitiful to refuse, either that or the blood witch has too much of a bleeding heart to ignore. With only a few parting words to her comrades, the blood witch agrees to take the Kryptonian through the stars. All she needs is a heading, the Kryptonian's words are clear...

"We must go to a planet known as Namek."