Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[Pantorrum]

Ulan agreed slowly.
"You have convinced me, Entropy. I will do everything I can. However, I am not like Alex or Kilian. And not like you. I am in a way like Galactus, considering I am a Cosmic Being of sorts. I am not sur what I may do. Perhaps my Cosmic Cube can be of some help. It can alter reality, I could mold a life raft or at least part of it. Unless you have something else for me to do."

Ulan looked around and found Kilian.
"Forgive me if I have made an enemy of you. I could not allow Asumar to be killed. It was a promise I made myself when I gave him his powers to regain his honor. Are we still allies?"

[Siliarba]

Marionette – Gotham-snip-

CeeCee & DeeDee

CeeCee was stretching a bit, cracking various body parts to loosen them up a bit and making sure her left arm didn't move to much in the process. Her suit was doing it's best to heal but it was broken, it needed repairs, maybe a new arm should be built for it. She let it continue a little bit, it stopped the bleeding and a bit more would make sure the wounds wouldn't re-open before DeeDee could heal them. Wile she was doing this she could hear the booing in the background, sure they cheered like crazy during the fight, but they did not see the good girl fall, nor did anyone even get killed. Killer Croc is tough, he'll recover, and considering his healing factor he might even grow back his missing teeth.

After only a few moments she could swear she was hearing cheers suddenly, part of her thought she was just delusional from the hits she took in that fight mixed with the blood loss. Some other part just assumed it had to do with the other fights which were still going on. Part of her was wondering if some of the Arkham residents would try and finish her of now that she was wounded, but she wasn't to worried. They saw that even in this state she could kick Killer Croc hard enough to completely immobilize him so even if they did come after her, she wouldn't even need half that strength to take down a random inmate. To her surprise someone did actually jump towards her, her first instinct was preparing to fight, but when she saw a girl in pink she was confused to say the least. She couldn't be a resident here, she wasn't wearing orange after all, and above that she was cheering CeeCee on.

CeeCee was prepared to punch this girls lights out in case she proved to be a threat though. But this girl acted more like a crazy fan than an opponent so CeeCee continued focusing on her escape and recovery plan. Wile she did this she did try to respond to this person. CeeCee usually always responded in a militaristic way but she didn't have the focus remaining for that, plus her level of surprise made her somewhat at a loss for words so she replied as best as she could not really having mastered the social skills. "Um, thanks I suppose. Didn't expect to get cheered on I was sure people wanted to see me lose my head." CeeCee activated her suits ability to show her the fastest way out of Arkham, but after just a second the contacts short circuited. They were build not to damage her eyes in case this happened and simply shut down revealing her right eye's pink iris and her left eyes dark-blue iris. Luckily for her in that one second before it shorted out she saw the fastest route was simply busting through the wall behind her and keep moving forward.

"I like the warrior of justice part, the protector of innocent fits less. I go after criminals, meaning when I stop them innocents happen to be saved, it's more of a by-product really." As she was talking CeeCee took a small machine out of a hidden pocket located around the waist of her suit. She pointed it at her left shoulder and activated it as she rotated it around her shoulder slowly causing the sleeve of her suit to detach. It did all it could in it's damaged state, best thing CeeCee could do now was remove it before it would cause the rest of her suit to malfunction because of it. The sleeve once removed looked as fragile as a simple glove and resembled a surgical glove in a way even if one that reached all the way to the neck.

CeeCee's left arm was as good as it was going to get any way at this point without any outside help. CeeCee was prepared to leave now but was slightly afraid this fan would follow her and in her current state she wasn't sure she could get away from her if she chose to follow. Best way to keep herself out of sight from this person was by making it so she had something else to pay attention to. Out of CeeCee's left palm where the hand stops and arm begins a small device shot out and fell in her hands. It resembled a bit like a memory stick crossed with a microchip. "Here" she said as she placed the chip in this girls hand "It contains some of the data of my previous missions, the data that hasn't been erased by a high level classification protocol and is allowed to be seen by the public. Just get it close enough to a computer's USB port, it should integrate itself.".

CeeCee got up and turned around looking at the wall that was her fastest way out, she turned her head for a moment to look at the girl "I need to leave before I get to weak to be able to, so have fun with that chip. And was nice to meet you." She turned her head forwards again, and whispered to herself silently "Never imagined I had a fan.". As she looked at the wall and realizing her suit was beginning to fail at some parts CeeCee simply thought *Suit don't fail me now* as she cocked her left arm and punched a hole in the wall big enough to escape through. "Just like the Kool-aid man. Oh Yeah!" she quickly said before making her way out of Arkham, once outside she made her way to the Defender and got inside where after a few deep breaths her body glowed and shifted to DeeDee.

"Woow, good to be out again, was about time. But it was worth the wait to see you fight like that again, even though you caused us some serious damage." "yeah, yeah, I know, just heal it al ready and enjoy your time in the driver's seat, I need my rest so don't expect me to talk much." "Will do, can't believe you didn't even ask that girls name you know, she totally had the hots for you, try seducing her next time you meet. I won't even interfere with this one, she's your fan, you should get the fun with that one." There was no reply from CeeCee which DeeDee found unfortunate but she let her rest. Now on to healing the wounds she got from CeeCee's fight. She held her left hand above her right arm as she began to envelop it in a purple light. After uttering some magical words that sounded like gibberish to anyone who would hear them the wounds began to light up a fiery red as they were closing. DeeDee was refraining herself from screaming out in pain as this way of healing was extremely painful, destruction magic applied to heal had that effect after all.

"There we go, good as new, even if it feels like I poured lava into the wounds. Really makes you feel alive though. she mumbled to herself to prevent herself from screaming. DeeDee walked towards the control interface of the Defender and got herself ready for a night out in the town. With a simple command input the Defender began driving to a spot it would consider well hidden and secured allowing DeeDee to get out and leave away from prying eyes.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Making sure to stay away from the creature as it flew in circles around her, swooping lower and lower each time, Garnet took aim and attempted to fire into the monster's glowing vermilion eyes, the only potential weak point that she could see in the creature's grey hide. However, despite its enormous size, it was much too fast for her to aim properly, and every time she fired, the teeth shot forth from Misery hit the beast's stone scales instead, deflected, failing to cause any damage to it. Cursing, Garnet backed away further still, waiting five seconds for the mystic gun to reload itself.

It was about that time that she noticed that there was another person there, aside from herself and the Outworlder. Turning around in alarm, she looked at him, noticing the runes along his arms and deducing that he was some sort of magic user. She had never really believed much in magic, but ever since she had wound up wielding a magic pistol that seemed to destroy people's souls, she was a lot more inclined to believe in things like that. Hearing him offer his assistance in the battle, however, she figured that he wasn't an enemy, at least for the time being, and nodded to him. "A hand would be nice right now." She said, and then frowned slightly. "Figuratively, I mean. Don't go around tearing your hand and turning it into cash." She added as an afterthought, opting to clarify that in order to avoid having to witness another instance of biological shapeshifting like with the Outworlder.

Before she could say anything else, she heard a loud shriek and looked up, noticing that the white wrecking ball had managed to hit the beast, sending it tumbling to the ground with a loud crash that send tremors through the ground. Seeing a golden opportunity, Garnet summoned the powers of her artifacts once again. Her left hand began glowing purple and crimson simultaneously, as she harnessed the powers of both Agony and Despair. Just when the monster was getting back up from the ground, the ethereal, skeletal purple hand shot forth from her bracelet and latched onto the beast, pulling her towards the creature with great force. Flying towards it, she retracted her left arm, and then, at just the right moment, she released a brutal attack, a burst of red light exploding outwards as her gauntleted fist impacted the beast's wing, shattering it with a series of sickening cracking noises.

The beast howled in pain, the noise tearing through the air and causing the entire dome to rumble. Now in a state of pure rage, it turned to crush Garnet, but she raised Agony just in time to block the attack. Even then, the monster continued pushing, and it was only a matter of time before she would crumble under the pressure, despite Agony's power. Thus, she used Longing's power this time around, opening a portal beneath her and another on the ground behind the monster. In an instant, she flew up through the second portal and sent out Despair's skeletal hand in order to drag herself back to where Stanley and the Outworlder were.

Roaring, the beast took a mighty leap into the air, aided by its sole wing, and threatened to crush them all into a bloody pulp.

"Guys? I think I pissed it off." She stated.

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With the battle having ended in such a short time thanks to her intervention, the black dragon allowed herself to return to her previous form. Another flicker of her form, another bright flash of light, and instead of the massive fire dragon that dominated the horizon and the skyline of Mars, there was the elegant, graceful, scarlet-eyed crimson lady. She gently floated down to the ground, landing amidst the three warriors who had fought Cellnemba alongside her, raising a thin layer of dust as her feet touched the ground, her cape and coat fluttering majestically behind her. If one were to look at her, they would notice her completely composed, not a single blonde hair out of place, the golden crown still upon her head.

"Creatures, hear my words." She proclaimed, her voice clear over the landscape. "I, Adrianne of Hadrimmelis, have granted you a fraction of the power of the World-Dragons. I will let you keep it, for now. But bear in mind that may revoke it at any given moment, should you ever misuse it. Oh, and rest assured, I will know if you abuse the power I have granted you, as you will be connected to me for as long as you bear such power." The lady in red explained, her warning loud and clear, though she spoke with no animosity towards these creatures, seeing no inherent evil in them.

"Now then," She said afterwards, her voice changing from regal and solemn to a more casual one. "I don't believe I have your names."

[Turmenista]

Orbit of Mars

Myosai didn't seem too convinced about Magnus boasting about sending Cellnemba up into space, through the sun, and out the other end. For her, she was all about getting to her final stage of her power unlock - stage ten, where she would finally unlock Solar System busting capability.

"Myosai will be right back!" She said, powering up and taking flight.

Pretty soon, she had exited the atmosphere, and found the "shell" in which Magnus, tina, and the crimson lady helped create and contain cell in. While they used lightning and their bone-breaking powers, Magnus had lobbed them so hard they passed through the sun. It was a miracle by the Golem that the actual casing hadn't burnt up, but Cell and Janemba, inside, had.

Myosai braked to a halt by the steaming, rocky shell. Snapping it open with her new telekinesis, thanks to the crimson lady, she saw that Cell had been nearly crushed inside from the gravity, bones sickeningly broken as purple blood seeped from his wounds. Janemba, on the other hand, was still, crackled like a piece of glass, as his tail and legs twitched for life.

Both of these creatures were trying to regenerate. Myosai could not allow that.

"You are a very bad man, Mr. Cell and Mr. Janemba." Myosai said, folding her arms. "Myosai thought you were friendly and good, but now seeing what Mr. Cell and Mr. Janemba can do, Myosai was sad and angry."

"Go ahead and cry me a river, you illiterate pink freak." Cell stammered, inching his head towards Myosai. "I'm already dead, so kill me now." He closed his eyes, chuckling. "But know if you do, Janemba and I will be back, and more powerful...-" Cell stopped, breaking into a violent paroxysm, as he began coughing up his own blood. "I survived my own self-destruction with just a single cell left of me, and Janemba can regenerate from anything!" Cell roared. "Just try to kill us both - we'll be back for more!"

"Mkay." the Majin nodded, flipping her pink "hair" out of her face and folding her arms. "Myosai understand, but Myosai have something else planned. Normally, Myosai would blow up a bad person like Mr. Cell or Mr. Janemba, but Myosai have something better in store for Mr. Evils." She grinned, clapping her arms together excitedly.

Unknown to them both, two sections of her back detached and floated off behind the rock. Whilst Myosai slashed it in half with her sword, separating Cell From Janemba and allowing their limp bodies to flow in space, she sent the globs of her body for absorption behind Cell and Janemba each.

"Myosai doesn't have to destroy you to beat you, but Myosai can consume you to beat you." She explained.

"Bah, what are you gonna do? Turn us into candy?" Cell laughed. "Only that other Pink person like you would do such a cowardly act!"

Myosai put a hand to her chin. "Myosai would turn you into candy, because candy delicious. Myosai want candy now, one second."

She flew off at full FTLx5 speed, leaving Cell and Janemba to float limply in space for a couple of seconds, before returning with a half-eaten candy bar. "Now, as Myosai was saying, Myosai would turn you into candy, because candy delicious, or soda because soda refreshing- one second."

She flew off again. Cell groaned loudly, inching his arm to his forehead and face palming, painfully.

Myosai returned a couple of seconds later, holding a juice box. "Now. As Myosai was saying, Myosai would turn you into candy, because candy delicious, or soda because soda refreshing, but Myosai thought that eating both these things and then absorbing you would be fun, and delicious, and refreshing."

Cell's eyes shot open. "You can't be serious.. You aren't going to absorb me like you did my Cell Juniors, are you?!"

Myosai giggled. "Or you could be candy and I could eat you and get your powers!"

Cell began writhing desperately in pain. "Get me away from this freak!" He begged, trying to float away with the little energy he had left. However, Myosai's pink Globs attached to his leg and Janemba's body, soon expanding to the point of surrounding them both in a sticky, stretchy, pink cocoon.

"Bye bye, Mr. Cell! Bye Bye, Mr. Janemba!" Myosai squeaked over the expletives yelled by Cell and Janemba.

Each of the globs containing them surrounded her body, as she expanded to consume them both. Once they were inside, and absorbed properly, Myosai immediately felt a spike in power. Her eyes shot open as she began salivating from all the glorious power she was receiving.

Not only would her power levels read a couple billion and rising, it kept on rising as a tremendous amount of energy entered her storages. About 180 billion would be her max now, well over Cellnemba's limit, and at this point most of her Ki-based attacks would be able to not only destroy mars, but also several other planets in the area.

The Majin, now surrounded in a pink-white aura, basked in the afterglow of her success, as she picked up both Her Ki-powered beam sword, and Janemba's Dimensional Sword.

Merging the two together to create one, final sword with a solid beam, she slashed it around a couple of times, happy to know that this sword would be her greatest ally and best toy for the next fight.

"Myosai's power has increased A LOT." Myosai told herself, watching as the bolts of electricity crackled off of her aura and her body. "Myosai can't wait until she shows everyone her new power! Myosai will be able to take on everything!" The Majin cackled, flying down towards Mars, where the others would be waiting.

[Charmera]

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With the battle having ended in such a short time thanks to her intervention, the black dragon allowed herself to return to her previous form. Another flicker of her form, another bright flash of light, and instead of the massive fire dragon that dominated the horizon and the skyline of Mars, there was the elegant, graceful, scarlet-eyed crimson lady. She gently floated down to the ground, landing amidst the three warriors who had fought Cellnemba alongside her, raising a thin layer of dust as her feet touched the ground, her cape and coat fluttering majestically behind her. If one were to look at her, they would notice her completely composed, not a single blonde hair out of place, the golden crown still upon her head.

"Creatures, hear my words." She proclaimed, her voice clear over the landscape. "I, Adrianne of Hadrimmelis, have granted you a fraction of the power of the World-Dragons. I will let you keep it, for now. But bear in mind that may revoke it at any given moment, should you ever misuse it. Oh, and rest assured, I will know if you abuse the power I have granted you, as you will be connected to me for as long as you bear such power." The lady in red explained, her warning loud and clear, though she spoke with no animosity towards these creatures, seeing no inherent evil in them.

"Now then," She said afterwards, her voice changing from regal and solemn to a more casual one. "I don't believe I have your names."

Tina shrunk down, placing the earth back where she had got it. She also made sure to repair any craters or damage to mars itself. "Tina. Archon of Earth." Tina spoke. Extending a friendly hand. "Though, I don't really need these powers... So do you mind taking the ones you've given." She replied. "Nothing personal and it's not that I'm ungrateful. They're very nice powers. I just don't want to know what everyone is thinking for one. Especially as I tend to have trouble forgetting things and I don't want to see something I can't unsee."

[The Rebel Alliances]

Hector Gage/The Blue Lantern-28 Yrs-Metropolis

As Ju'lee began to ramble about not having a home I realized she spilled details about the Watch Tower and other locations that were not Area 51. The good news was, that words like the Watch Tower would mean rather little to Melody and Michael. So, better to act as if she said nothing at all and just go on our way. The teenage martian was beginning to grow on me, as I directed her to the door I really took note of the metal collar on her neck. And how she had never removed it, considering it does not look like a piece of jewelry, I was starting to wonder why she had it on. Closing the door behind me and exiting the apartment room and into the cool air I tried to take the conversation away from the kids and place it on her. "Well, enough about the kids and my domestic problems...what is up with that collar you wear? Even when you alter your clothes, that collar is still clearly present. There a reason for that?" I asked in an interested tone. As we placed a distance in between us and the apartment complex, I was starting to worry, about constantly leaving the kids unsupervised for periods of time. Granted, it had only been a couple hours this last time but again they were by themselves for a couple more hours. My biggest fear is coming back to see those two brats are gone.

As I tried to push these fears away, I could hear a struggle up ahead. Three older men were struggling with trying to restrain a group of four kids. And from the looks of it, the kids, about my own kids age were not willing to go anywhere with the strangers. I was about to interfere when I heard it.

"You guys are so typical, three men in long coats driving around in a suspicious van? Screams pedophile, your just missing the Milk Duds!" I heard in a young feminine voice as a young boy kicked one of the men in the shin.

How my children had ended up ahead of me, or if they were taken here by the men I did not know. But they along with two others were dragged into the van about thirty yards ahead of us as their cries were muffled, and it being late night there were not many witnesses around.

My first instinct was to morph with the ring and use it to tear the doors off of the van and pull the kids out. However, they were being collected, and transported somewhere. Chances are, there are more kids being held wherever they are going. My voice went low as I lifted my ring and was instantly covered in my Blue Lantern Uniform.

"Ju'lee, you want to repay me for helping you before? Then help me track that van, If I had my way I would tear the truck apart to retrieve my two little punks. But I dont want to risk hurting them, or anyone else in the process. I will need you to help me keep a cool head here as we find out exactly what they intend to do with these children. Covert organizations dont just kidnap kids on a whim." I explained, as I collected myself.

Then, I lifted myself into the air and looked down at Ju'lee to follow so we could pursue the van.

[Turmenista]

With the battle having ended in such a short time thanks to her intervention, the black dragon allowed herself to return to her previous form. Another flicker of her form, another bright flash of light, and instead of the massive fire dragon that dominated the horizon and the skyline of Mars, there was the elegant, graceful, scarlet-eyed crimson lady. She gently floated down to the ground, landing amidst the three warriors who had fought Cellnemba alongside her, raising a thin layer of dust as her feet touched the ground, her cape and coat fluttering majestically behind her. If one were to look at her, they would notice her completely composed, not a single blonde hair out of place, the golden crown still upon her head.

"Creatures, hear my words." She proclaimed, her voice clear over the landscape. "I, Adrianne of Hadrimmelis, have granted you a fraction of the power of the World-Dragons. I will let you keep it, for now. But bear in mind that may revoke it at any given moment, should you ever misuse it. Oh, and rest assured, I will know if you abuse the power I have granted you, as you will be connected to me for as long as you bear such power." The lady in red explained, her warning loud and clear, though she spoke with no animosity towards these creatures, seeing no inherent evil in them.

"Now then," She said afterwards, her voice changing from regal and solemn to a more casual one. "I don't believe I have your names."

Tina shrunk down, placing the earth back where she had got it. She also made sure to repair any craters or damage to mars itself. "Tina. Archon of Earth." Tina spoke. Extending a friendly hand. "Though, I don't really need these powers... So do you mind taking the ones you've given." She replied. "Nothing personal and it's not that I'm ungrateful. They're very nice powers. I just don't want to know what everyone is thinking for one. Especially as I tend to have trouble forgetting things and I don't want to see something I can't unsee."

"Welp. My name's Magnus." Magnus said proudly, arms to his sides. "Just Magnus. That's all. Or the gigantic angry Volcano monster from Hawaii if that's your cup of tea. I basically control all da western Hemisphere's volcanoes and earthquakes passively, but my main real, well, famousness comes from the legend behind me." Magnus explained, going into detail about how he had to destroy that cursed everything-proof village, which was now a city, as a dick move by the gods to keep him from wrecking everything.

"Pretty dick move, by those gods, I have to say. For one thing, I really wanted to party with some Lava-nymphs up in the afterlife, but, now that I met Tina [and Myosai], things have been much nicer for me, knowing that I'm not the only destructive force of nature on that Beautiful Earth-rock I call home."

He then turned to Tina. "Not saying that, you know, I have a crush on you or anything it's just.."

Magnus's thoughts were interrupted once Myosai landed back where they were at, extremely happy. "Oh, and, uh, That's Myosai." Magnus explained. "Aka the ADHD Destructo-Demon in my lingo." He said. "She blew up half of the city in the same amount of time it'd take me to start a volcanic eruption: 5 seconds." He scoffed. "One powerful mofo, with all respect to Myosai."

She seemed to have been carrying a sword, strangely reminiscent of the one Cellnemba carried, but also having characteristics of her own Sword. Besides from being a bit taller [previously she was the size of a Cell Junior, now she is the size of an average 15 year old Teenager], she seemed to look much more mature and happier.

"Why are you so happy, destructo-pants?" Magnus asked.

"Myosai is happy because she took care of Mr. Cell and Mr. Janemba!" She patted her belly.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "What, you ate them? I'm not into vore nor can I control steel, but that's pretty fucking metal, man." Magnus nodded. "Brutal."

"No, Mr. Magnus, you silly! Myosai absorbed Mr. Cell and Mr. Janemba." She giggled. "Myosai has all their powers now and is double-as-powerful!"

Magnus seemed to shiver a bit. "You mean, you have not only their powers now, but their abilities, like healing and going through dimensions and shit?" the Golem asked.

"Yup! And Myosai has their sword now!"

Magnus's eyes widened, as he preformed a perfect about face to Tina and Adrianne. "GROUP HUDDLE! QUICK!" He asked. "Um, without you, Myosai, we gotta talk for a second.." He said. Myosai being this powerful could mean a problem to everyone. Not just them, but everyone, really.

[New Neros]

Madworld
Czar-Mir

The Daxamite's eyes shot open as his lungs filled with air in a deep gasp, the only sensation the man feeling was the embrace death had on him just moments again. Echoing back to that moment, he found a savior that held Mir within his arms. Slowly, feeling began to return to his body, and the first thing he felt was the cold, metallic surface his body lay on top of. He looked around the room, the place seeming like an operating room, something medical surely, but he was too confused to truly know. In the corner, another man sat, one leg thrown over the other, reading some papers out of a folder.

"Welcome back, Mir." The man said, his voice causing the Daxamite to jump slightly at the mention of his name. "Or do you prefer Czar?"

Mir swung his legs over the metal table and sat upright, dazed and confused, rubbing his forehead slightly. "I...Uh, Mir is fine." He said quietly, looking at his surroundings once more, taking it all in. "What is this place, if you don't mind me asking?" He seemed to trail off, locking his eyes on the man in the corner, but shook his head when he realized that he was staring at him. "And uh, who are you?"

The man stood up from his seat and gently placed the paperwork and the folder on the chair, turning back to face Mir and answer his questions. "This place here? This is an operation room in our infirmary. You're on a planet known as Madworld, and you are safe now, Mir." He said, coming to the Daxamite and offering his hand, Mir looking at it for a moment, the man finally revealing himself. "My name is Otto Godblessed, and I'm going to show you around." Mir nodded, taking the man by his hand, and jumping down from the metal table.

"My clothing..." Mir said, looking down at his hospital garb-like outfit.

"Next room over. We refurbished it, touched it up a little. It was badly damaged in our battle."

"Our battle?" Mir asked, looking at Otto for a moment, before a sudden flood of memories washed over him, the man dropping his head down in shame at his actions while under control of Warworld.

"Seems like you remember it just a bit, no?" Otto asked, "It doesn't matter much anymore. You had no control over your actions. Me and Maxwell extracted the Yellow Power Ring, and with it, the Warworld AI. A...suitable replace will be found for you soon enough." Otto stated, walking from the room and into a hallway, Mir in tow. "As for the explanation of you being here in the infirmary, well, we needed to ensure you were all alright, and that the serum took effect."

"Wait, serum? What serum?" Mir asked, a bit panicked, realizing his body was at the mercy to these men while he was unconscious.

"It's known as the Anti-Lead Serum. As a Daxamite, your kind is pervious to lead. It is lethal and damaging to your well-being, and I stabbed you with a lead-tipped spear. In order to save your life, the Mad God injected you with the serum, and we've monitored your recovery sense." Otto explained, "As expected, you healed abnormally quickly, little time has passed between your supposed death and now." Walking to the next room over, the two men entered it and found Mir's clothing adorning a mannequin, Mir observing it and oogling at it's improved condition.

"It looks better than when I had it..." He commented, removing it from the mannequin and throwing off the hospital gown he currently wore, nudity not being much of a problem between Otto and Mir as the Daxamite threw on his old clothes. "So, you could say I was reborn here on Madworld, huh?" He said, sliding his pants on easily, working on his top now. "If that's the case, and from what I've seen of your peoples' generosity," Mir continued, "Then I suppose you want me to stay here with you."

"That's part of it, Mir." Otto replied, "We know that you...don't really have much elsewhere to go. Why not stay here with us?"

"Space is a big place, how do I know this is right for me?"

"Because the last world you went to tried to take over your mind and body." Otto answered plainly, Mir smirking, nodding in agreement.

"Fair enough." He slipped on his boots, gloves, belt and the finishing touches on his outfit, "I'll join you here in this...Madworld."

[Jorliefstreiken]

Bringer was in a bit of pain. Which was saying something considering he couldn't feel it. But when your in a fistfight with Deadpool with most of the Gotham PD shooting at you things tend to be stressful. Even as he was thinking this Bringer kicked Deadpool's chest in and ripped his rib age partially out, using the broken ribs to stab him in the gut. He then picked up a large rock and used it to whack deapools head in. When Deapool got up he was not happy. This was not good. Deadpool fired a pebble at his head using a rubber band. Suddenly sniper shots rang out among them and even the police looked a little confused.

Up on a nearby roof Deathstroke was looking down the sights of his gun. The one named Deadpool had a higher bounty but could regenerate his body. He would require close range mutilation then bringing him back to whoever wanted him alive. This other guy though, Deathstroke had no idea about. He looked kinda like Spider-Man from a distance, only wearing black and without the logo. Venom possibly? Probably not. Deathstroke took careful aim andpt the newcomers head and... Wait where did they go... Suddenly he heard the door to his roof top slam open and the two failed healing factor experiments were aiming shotguns at his back.

All the while in a Gotham city emergency room Dick Grayson wondered how he was going to kill Doombringer. He was reading all the files that everyone had on him. Wanted for murder, arson and general infamy in Europe. Wanted in every country in Africa for multiple reasons including betrayal and assassination. Wanted in China for openly trying to start a rebellion. His file also had the case of one particular assination in Indonesia. Indonesia's new president had just been elected and was delivering a speech about how he was going to change Indonesia forever. Doombringer in the video just walks up and stabs him with a machete in a clear homage to a slasher flick. The only file he could find of even slowing the murder rampage was one written by a Sweenypop398161 on Twitter about how he had seen Doombringer fighting some samurai dude and how the samurai dude escaped by beheading Doom and running for it before doom reattached his head. The next post was a picture of doom holding a girl's, who looked remarkably like sweeneypops profile pic, head in front of a camera. This was going to be harder than Dick already planned.

[Mavorpen]

"Huh. I guess that's true." Naja said. "I'm not that smart. I'm really new to this whole... Thing. I'm still wrapping my head around most of this. Things are moving fast. Not even two days ago Alex and I just started actually spending time together, and now everything is going to die."

"I can manipulate matter when I... I dont' have a name, I use Nightmare's body and coat myself with it. Waller said we're two halves of a whole." Despite that, Alex still saw them as different. "I could help with the resources after we get through the storm." Alex said. "And if we have to take people with us that require oxygen or food or water or whatever, I can take care of that."

"Great. The Phoenix has the same potential, but teaching Talak how to do that could take some time. Both of you are coming. Your wife too. Hell, if this works out, we could restart the universe and be gods. I mean me and Darkseid already are gods... But like actual gods. I'm scared, but at the same time, I'm curious. The only known survivor of an event like this is Galactus. He was powerless before what happened to him. What could happen to us... I have no idea. There are literally limitless possibilities."

"It's good to know that you're not going into this scared out of your mind." Alex said. Yes, he was afraid, but Killian had a point. There was no telling what was going to happen when they did this. They could die, the most commonly thought answer, but when he began to think about it, Killian was right, there were so many things that could happen. "Let's hope it's something good. Hell, even there just being nothing could work. We could restart reality by ourselves. That could be fun."

"I suppose it's understandable for you to feel overwhelmed. Though I wouldn't let things get to you too much. It could be a lot worse. We could have ran into one of the Beyonders that killed the Living Tribunal. I mean, if it were not for these cosmic beings in the first place, the destruction of the multiverse would have proceeded at a much quicker pace."

Karnilla entered the portal that led them back to Apokolips. Darkseid was commanding and directing his Parademons through the process of stripping down the armor of Tiamut. Meanwhile Jaspers worked alongside a clone of himself. While he studied the head of Thought Robot to understand it's complex inner workings, his clone received the parts of Tiamut's armor and began organising them according to what function they would serve to make up the ark.

Jaspers looked up from the head at Karnilla. "How'd it go?"

"One cosmic power source ready to help prevent us from dying a horrible death at the destruction of the multiverse." Karnilla said, holding her book up.

"Excellent. I've pretty much gotten understanding how the control and interface systems will work." Jaspers teleported next to Killian. "Pardon me." He touched Kilian's forehead and transferred all of the knowledge necessary to construct the ark. "Now, do what you speedsters do and make haste."

[Kaoiluja]

Slowly white spectral most poured from him, and he began to become enveloped in an ethereal glow. He concentrated deeply, manifesting a large sphere on a rope of white spectral mist. With effort he swung it around, sending the crudely fashioned wrecking ball in its direction.

Making sure to stay away from the creature as it flew in circles around her, swooping lower and lower each time, Garnet took aim and attempted to fire into the monster's glowing vermilion eyes, the only potential weak point that she could see in the creature's grey hide. However, despite its enormous size, it was much too fast for her to aim properly, and every time she fired, the teeth shot forth from Misery hit the beast's stone scales instead, deflected, failing to cause any damage to it. Cursing, Garnet backed away further still, waiting five seconds for the mystic gun to reload itself.

It was about that time that she noticed that there was another person there, aside from herself and the Outworlder. Turning around in alarm, she looked at him, noticing the runes along his arms and deducing that he was some sort of magic user. She had never really believed much in magic, but ever since she had wound up wielding a magic pistol that seemed to destroy people's souls, she was a lot more inclined to believe in things like that. Hearing him offer his assistance in the battle, however, she figured that he wasn't an enemy, at least for the time being, and nodded to him. "A hand would be nice right now." She said, and then frowned slightly. "Figuratively, I mean. Don't go around tearing your hand and turning it into cash." She added as an afterthought, opting to clarify that in order to avoid having to witness another instance of biological shapeshifting like with the Outworlder.

Before she could say anything else, she heard a loud shriek and looked up, noticing that the white wrecking ball had managed to hit the beast, sending it tumbling to the ground with a loud crash that send tremors through the ground. Seeing a golden opportunity, Garnet summoned the powers of her artifacts once again. Her left hand began glowing purple and crimson simultaneously, as she harnessed the powers of both Agony and Despair. Just when the monster was getting back up from the ground, the ethereal, skeletal purple hand shot forth from her bracelet and latched onto the beast, pulling her towards the creature with great force. Flying towards it, she retracted her left arm, and then, at just the right moment, she released a brutal attack, a burst of red light exploding outwards as her gauntleted fist impacted the beast's wing, shattering it with a series of sickening cracking noises.

The beast howled in pain, the noise tearing through the air and causing the entire dome to rumble. Now in a state of pure rage, it turned to crush Garnet, but she raised Agony just in time to block the attack. Even then, the monster continued pushing, and it was only a matter of time before she would crumble under the pressure, despite Agony's power. Thus, she used Longing's power this time around, opening a portal beneath her and another on the ground behind the monster. In an instant, she flew up through the second portal and sent out Despair's skeletal hand in order to drag herself back to where Stanley and the Outworlder were.

Roaring, the beast took a mighty leap into the air, aided by its sole wing, and threatened to crush them all into a bloody pulp.

"Guys? I think I pissed it off." She stated.

"Oh dear." He commented. The Outworlder erected a wall of spectral mist in front of him to try and protect them from the monstrous creature. It slammed into his shield with an ear splitting bellow, and he could feel it clawing madly against it. The construct held, though with obvious strain. He was not nearly as good at this as his other abilities, for he had only acquired it recently. However, he supposed he needed practice with it anyway, and what better way to do so than with an opponent such as this? He forced the wall backwards, pushing the beast away from the group and into the ground. "Well, I think that I'm getting much better at that, don't you think?" He smiled pleasantly.

As the wall faded he was greeted by the things malevolent snarl. The Outworlder jolted forward, morphing down to the ground into a slender string of green as he sprinted in the creatures direction. The lone tendril weaved in between its legs, then leapt into the air with blinding speed. Taerr twisted and turned around it elegantly with at a pace unable to be tracked by the human eye. Soon only a blur seemed to surround the creature, with small blasts of spectral mist exploding into life every few moments. as the creature slashed wildly, the Outworlder bolted outward into the air fifteen feet, then morphed back into his humanoid form as he hovered. Spectral mist flowed from his hands and formed into the shape of a cone. He turned the giant pointed end in the monsters direction, then with a flick of his wrists sent it flying towards it.

[Siliarba]

Zephy

After a sufficient amount of random numbers spoken aloud by Zephy, she decided to start looking for Mister Fishy. Zephy ran straight forward, looking around corners, behind pillars, and so forth. It never crossed her mind to check where she put down Mister Fishy to begin with because surely he would have found a hiding place somewhere else than where he began. After a decent amount of running around wile shouting out "Mister Fiiiishyyyy" Zephy decided it was time for a change of plans. Zephy sat down in a cross-legged position and laid her arms down with her hands open. She closed her eyes and she seemed to be going in to a meditative state.

It wasn't much but air started flowing towards her at a constant rate, not enough to be noticed but enough to make it seem there was a draft inside the palace. Every 10 or so seconds the wind formed a small body, it resembled a 10-year old version of Zephy, with pigtails and all. As soon as it was formed it began running around in a random direction continuing the search for Mister Fishy. As a new clone was made every 10 seconds it didn't take long because the palace was full with little Zephy's running around screaming "Mister Fishyyy, where are you?". Unfortunately none went to the spot Mister Fishy was, still assuming there was no way he'd be hiding there out of all places.

[The Republic of Atria]

"So they bought us some time. Then they didn't die in vain." She said and put the head down and noticed a large amount of gore on the floor. "Did like... Someone explode?" She asked.

"A lesser being needed to be punished. He is very much still alive. Whether that is fortunate or unfortunate remains to be seen." Killian explained and scanned through the knowledge Jaspers gave him. "Design number 23,935,321? Yes... I can definitely see that one being the best for our purposes. Give me a moment." He said and moved at a pace where he was nothing more then arcs of blue energy all over a 100 meter diameter for about 3 seconds. "Sorry it took so long. Celestial and interdimensional tech in general is finicky sometimes. I suggest we go find some others and get ready for our departure. If you have any loved ones that you want to bring, I would make it quick."

"Show off..." Alex muttered and floated back to Naja. "So. How's your first solo adventure go?" He asked.

"Well. I can definitely see why you were all mopey. Good lord, you see so much dead stuff. But we got all the parts we need and the Beyonders didn't see us. So that's always a good thing. I was going to ask if you had anyone that we should take with us... But I'm in the same boat as you."

"Last of our families. You have a last name? I've got a first name. Was all they were kind enough to give me."

"Naja was my last name before... This."

"Right. You're an Inhuman. We've probably got a little bit before everything dies. Let's go do something fun and normal for a little."

"Let's go to... Venus." Naja suggested.

"Why Venus?"

"Because I said so? You'll understand when we get there." She said grabbing the mother box they used to get here. "Last hurrah! Everything's gonna die! Except us. Cause we're awesome." She said opening a boom tube back to their home dimension practically dragging Alex with her.

"They do have a point. I should collected my wife and son before everything goes to hell." Killian said. "Anything else that needs to be done?"

[The Starlight]

-snip-

Craig Thomsen/Silverwing

Craig, hearing her words, whirled angrily, "That's all that matters? Billions of people are dead, gone, doomed never to roam their own again. And they didn't die in pain, they died screaming, burning, before their time! All men die, but such a mass murder of our fellow humans is vile, inexcusable and selfish. So no, my survival isn't all that matters." Just as he was about to continue his rant, Helen, drawing him aside, explained to him that when Etla said that she was new around here, she meant that she was new to their planet and many of their concepts of life and death and time were extraordinarily confusing to her." His face growing less angry, he walked back over to Etla, saying, "Sorry for my outburst, it's been a long day. Now, where would you like me to transport you next? Another country in Europe?" he said, walking beside Helen and Etla to his small ship, raising a hand in farewell to the Fantastic Four as they arranged their own transportation.

-snip-

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Valka Silverhand

"Then it is even more of a grievous crime that will be punished accordingly. Murder is one thing, destroying their souls is another, worse and greater the crime. But indeed, the civilians should be evacuated so that they are not caught in the midst of our battle, for surely it will be great, an Asgardian and a Vokornian against a being who has destroyed the souls of several of your compatriots. I presume that they shall be teleported offworld?"

But hearing something, she turned and heard more clearly the screams, and smelt the fire, for she was familiar with its smell. The screams increased in volume, and then she realized that this could be no mere fire. No, these were screams of victims, suffering in war. "Salvistar!" she shouted out, the winged black horse appearing swiftly. Mounting him smoothly, she turned to Aeshandra. "The shield is breached! You shall have to begin the evacuation efforts, I shall delay them for as long as possible, and after the evacuations are complete, come and we shall launch our own attack. Farewell!" And drawing her sword, Valka rode towards the screams, reaching there in minutes, and beholding the creatures of fire.

Dismounting and sending Salvistar away, she raised a hand, dispersing one of them. It took some effort, and so, she opted for perhaps a better solution. When she had traveled to Earth, she had made a point of examining and learning each of their metals, so that she could utilize them herself as the Goddess of Metal. With adamantium, vibranium, steel and others, Earth had some excellent metals. But here, and now, she needed to entrap these creatures. Raising a hand once again, she formed a ball of tungsten around the creatures, cutting off any oxygen that they might need to burn. And tungsten would not melt easily, having a incredibly high melting point of around 6,000 degrees Fahrenheit. While she waited to see what effect that would have on the creature, she also focused on putting out some of the fires, and dispelling any creatures outside of the ball of tungsten she had made.

[New Neros]

Madworld
Assault on Asgard

Otto Godblessed stood side by side with Mir, the Daxamite grabbing onto the Asgardian's shoulder as Otto activated his Odinring and accessed the vast pool of the Odin Force in order to teleport both him and his compatriot to the roots of Yggdrasil, the mighty World Tree that supported the Nine Realms. The air was cool, the place slightly damp, and a soft ambient light illuminating the surroundings of the two men. Mir was in awe of the vastness of the root system, stretching far in all directions, and from what he could tell, as far upward and downward as he could see. The look on Otto's face was not of awe, though, his was of concern.

"My word...it appears that the End really is upon us." He said quietly, his voice carrying some distance in the vast space.

"What makes you say that?" Mir replied, touching one of the larger roots and trying to follow it up into the air with his eyes.

"Yggdrasil is decaying, deathly. Even in the annals of Ragnarok, the World Tree was supposed to seed new life in the universe after destruction. But this...this is not how it's supposed to be, even in destruction. The Tree knows that the cycle is over, and she is dying." Otto said solemnly, almost sad, touching one of the roots as well, patting it gently as shaking his head. "Come now, the Mímisbrunnr is not far from here." Otto said, pulling himself away from the grayish root and floating through the air, dodging other root-branches as he went.

"So, Otto," Mir asked, trailing the Asgardian, "This probably isn't the best of times, but, why did you and the Mad God save me? Why not just let me die with the Warworld AI?"

Otto was silent for a moment, but eventually yielded a response. "Because it wouldn't be right, Mir. We found a way to that worked and kept you alive. We knew you had no where else to go, a Daxamite outside of Daxam is unheard of, so we offered you sanctuary with us. The Multiverse is coming to a dramatic end, and Max wants to save as much people as he can. Warworld would have had you murdered by our hands, and we are no one's puppets." Otto affirmed, lifting his head up slightly, "We're here." He said once more, touching down near a stone well surrounded and covered by roots from the World Tree.

As Otto and Mir stood before the regular sized well, a plume of fire shot forth from it, swirling once, and then forming into a face of some sort. Shielding their faces, Mir and Otto stole glances at the flaming head before getting accustomed to the intense heat. "Who dares visit the Well of Mimir?" It bellowed, spewing fire and ash as it spoke, "For it is guarded by it's namesake, Mimir himself! You come to seek my wisdom, no?" It inquired, "If so, I require a hefty payment." The flaming face seemed to breath deeply, as if it were smelling the two, and exhaled with embers and smoke, "You there! Son of Vili," He said, speaking to Otto, "You smell of Midgard and Jötunn! Explain this rare occurrence."

Otto walked a bit closer to Mimir, unphased by the flames, but secretly concealing how weak it was making him due to his genes. "I will tell you...so long as that knowledge is my payment to the well."

"Fool - you must ask first for knowledge, then I shall decide a payment."

"I do not seek knowledge."

"Then why come to my Well?!" Mimir bellowed, his flames growing higher and appearing to scorch the highest roots of the World Tree.

"I seek what Odin left here millennia ago."

"You seek the payment of Odin Borson? It is not to be bargained for." Mimir said, but seemed to relent. "Unless you have something worth the very eye of Odin himself!" The flaming head cracked and splintered with flame, noticing that despite the hardiness of Otto, he was slightly rocking, almost trembling, and shaking a bit. "Should you best me in combat, then I will relinquish the eye to you, half-breed." It said with a slur, Otto closing his eyes and looking away in shame.

"I accept, Mimir!" Otto declared with all the pride and boastfulness of an Asgardian, lowering himself and preparing to fight the powerful God of Wisdom.

"Then burn." Mimir spoke, causing a whirlwind of flames to assault Otto instantly, engulfing him in scorching winds that assaulted every inch of his body and began to depower the Asgardian. The Daxamite, Mir, could only watch, but eventually, he felt the need to intervene. Moving forward, his mouth began to form ice crystals in his breath, Otto collapsed onto one knee and began to growl in pain, his link to the Odinforce weakening alongside his depowering. "So then, this is the fall of Vilison. Tell me, what name did they give you before they cast you from Asgard?"

"His name..." Mir said, a chilling air escaping from his breath, "Is...OTTO!" The Daxamite yelled, his mouth forming a counter-vortex to the flames of Mimir with chilling ice, pushing the God's flames back for only just a moment, assaulting Otto Godblessed with sub-zero temperatures and freezing the man's back as Mir pushed against Mimir's flames with all the intensity that his lungs would allow. Otto broke his encasement of ice and stood firmly, screaming with power, his eyes a pale blue color and his skin deathly white, veins pounding away at the surface as his Ice Giant heritage came forth to empower him. He lifted his right hand up and turned his palm to face Mimir, taking the ice breath of Mir and pushing further to well over hurricane forces with his Odinring, obliterating the flaming body of Mimir with a storm of ice. All that was left was the well itself.

Mir ceased his frost breath, and went over to Otto, who went forward to the well itself. He peered down at the crystal waters of the well, knowing Mimir would return soon. Leaning over, Otto plunged his hand and arm deep below the surface and felt around, noticing the well was quite shallow despite it's importance. Finally, he found a squishy, sphere-shaped object under water and brought it up to the surface, displaying it with some pride. A severed eye, complete with optical nerve, was what he produced - the one and only severed eye of Odin. He looked back down at the rippling surface of the water, casting a gaze to Mir for a moment, and then back to the liquid. "Do it." Mir encouraged, Otto nodding, and then plunging his own head in the well, taking in a deep gulp of liquid as he did so.

Otto pulled himself from the well gasping for air, his head, neck, shoulders, and hair all wet from the experience. He had stumbled backwards and landed right on his ass, but it didn't matter to him. The well water granted him one of the powers of the All-Father, Odin, who had drank from the well previously. It was like he knew everything that there was to know, an infinite amount of knowledge implanted deep in his brain. From that new and strange power, he jumped to his feet, and yelled for Mir to come close. "Mir! Mimir is returning, we have to get back to Madworld." As he spoke, the well water began to boil, steam erupting from the well like a cauldron, Mir wasting no time in grabbing ahold of Otto Godblessed' shoulder. The two teleported out from the roots of the World Tree, catching the faintest glimpse of a spark returning to the Mímisbrunnr as the duo returned to Madworld.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Hearing the words of the stone woman, who introduced herself as the Archon of Earth, Tina, the crimson lady couldn't help giggling, amused by the reasons Tina gave for wanting to give back the powers she had been granted. Perhaps it was not a very godlike thing to do, but even World-Dragons have a sense of humor, and hers had certainly been nurtured by aeons of interaction with her very own creations, which thrived upon her slumbering form.

"I understand, I will not force upon you that which you do not wish to bear." Adrianne stated , reaching out and shaking Tina's hand. "I hereby revoke the power of the Dragon Force. You need not worry about reading the thoughts of other creatures any further." She stated, and as her hand made contact with Tina's, she would feel herself stripped of all the power she had possessed during the battle against Cellnemba, left only with the abilities that truly belonged to her. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tina." The crimson lady stated afterwards, gracing the Archon with a smile.

However, shortly afterwards, she was pulled into a group hug by Magnus.

"I would very much enjoy receiving a more proper treatment from you, creature." She said. "What matter is it you want to discuss?"

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Etla was, needless to say, quite surprised and shocked when, after her noble and well-intentioned attempt to cheer up the dark-skinned man who seemed so distraught after the show of fireworks, he seemed to lash out at her instead of feel better, ranting angrily at her as he spoke of many members of his race suffering greatly, and mentioning alien concepts to her such as death and time, and, strangely enough, comparing her to one of them despite being, in her mind, quite clearly something completely different. If nothing else, he should probably have been able to tell by looking into her eyes. As far as she had seen, no human had the same characteristically bright eyes that the Rainborn had. But either way, her attempt to cheer him up had gone completely wrong, and she couldn't quite understand why.

As Helen took Craig to the side, Etla frowned. These humans really were strange creatures. They didn't seem to hold their own survival in a very high regard, by the looks of it, and they so prone to succumb to negative emotions when life was a thing to be enjoyed.

She did not have time to dwell on it much, as soon Craig returned, seemingly calmer. Whatever Helen had told him, it seemed to work much better than her own attempt, and this made her frown slightly. It was true that she didn't have much experience dealing with these humans, so it was only natural that she rubbed them the wrong way at some point, but still, she felt annoyed to have achieved the exact opposite of what she meant.

Either way, she turned to Craig and smiled as he addressed her once again, always one to remain positive. Hearing him ask about their next destination, though, Etla was at a bit of a loss. She idly noticed him waving at the Fantastic Four, and turned to do the same, noticing that they seemed a lot more appreciative towards her. At least they valued her efforts to make a good deed.

"Well..." The Rainborn spoke, turning back to Craig. "I'm actually not sure. I'm just sightseeing, since I have no way of returning to my own home, but I know far too little about your planet to have an idea of where to go." She said, but as she spoke, an idea popped up in her head. "So, if it is not too much to ask, could I tag along with you? You seem like an interesting enough person, what with the wings and the silver bridges. I will try not to upset you like before, but I can't promise I won't. I have no idea what ticks you humans off in the first place." Sehe said with honesty, wondering if this oddly-colored man would agree to her request or not. She could always stick with Helen if he refused, she supposed.

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The flameborn creatures entrapped within Valka's dome of tungsten continued to burn brightly, their cosmic fire able to continue ignited despite the lack of oxygen, but even then, they were not particularly powerful, being mere manifestations of a fragment of the power of the lonely rogue angel of rain who stood high above Aiuar's exosphere, watching. As such, they were unable to breach through the ball of tungsten, despite still being able to move. The ones on the outside were not so lucky, as the power of the Asgardian goddess was enough to counteract the power of the ashen menace and de-create them, dissipating the flames that constituted them. Even so, they continued marching, their numbers never dropping.

However, there was another thing which demanded the attention of the goddess. Far above the planet's soil, something happened. The shield, unlike Valka suspected, was not broken. The creatures had simply been brough tinto existence within its boundaries, allowing them to attack. But as the lonely awakened angel grew impatient, he blasted at the shield of the Vokornians with those sickening flames that consumed everything, those ravenous embers that knew no bounds. They did not have a visible effect, not immediately but it was clear, beyond any shadow of doubt, that the shield would succumb before the might of these fires if Asra was allowed to continue unimpeded. Someone had to stop him, and quickly.

[The Republic of Atria]

"Well. Who knows what the future holds, Ulan? It could be a big reset. Something entirely new, or just flat out nothing. Given that there won't be that many people left, gonna need as many people as possible no matter what happens." He explains. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm probably going to go see what all the hubbub about this thing called sleep is..." He said stepping into the ship Killian built for them out of the parts.

Naja took Alex to Venus. The temperature would have roasted any normal being alive in almost an instant. But they were capable of withstanding the heat of the sun quite easily. "So. I gave it some thought..." Alex grinned. He knew what they were going to do. At first he thought it wasn't a great idea, then he remembered that everything is going to die. And doing the deed on the ship was not going to fly. Not with undesirables on board. "We're gonna go back smelling like sulfur... Ah fuck it." He said and tackled his wife...

Killian phased out of the pocket universe Apokolips resided it. He had learned the frequencies to most universes and could traverse them with ease. Though at the moment, he considered that to be a very poor idea and instead decided against that. The idea of phasing Earth into the Speed Force had crossed his mind, but he didn't know what would happen to the Speed Force when the Multiverse collapsed. Saving his family was the only thing he could do and he decided it best not to tell them fully what was happening. It would make things much harder. "Hey guys. Sorry I vanished. It was some personal stuff that-"

"Talak told me Killian." His wife replied. "While I do not think you should have let him be the one to do that. He told me that he was the one who insisted upon it and you said no more than once." She replied and stood up. Killian had built a house made specifically for those taller than 6 feet 5. She was over a foot taller than Killian, even while he was transcended. But he could fly and was doing so to look her in the eyes. "Please. Change back. You know how you get when you're like that for too long." She said and Killian reluctantly changed back to his human state. "Thank you. What were you doing while you were gone?"

"Building a ship. We can't stop this. I've met the most powerful beings in the Multiverse and they've all said it can't be stopped. It might be able to be survived. So we built a ship out of... Exotic parts. There's nothing that can damage it in nearly any universe. We're going to get on it when the next incursion happens, and then we're going to ride out the storm. What happens afterwards is..." He said and shrugged. "I, For once, don't know. It could literally be anything. We've got some powerful friends on board..." He said and then the pressure finally got to him. He broke down, crying his eyes out. "I'm so scared... I'm so scared that I can't protect you... I... I can't save everyone... I can't... I'm not strong enough. I'm not powerful enough... I'm not fast enough..." He said in between sobs.

Talak and Neytiri sat down next to him. "It's okay dad. You're doing everything you can. Sometimes you can't save us all."

"Talak is right. For so long you tried to save everyone. Killian, I love you, but you need to save yourself for once."

[The Fallen Jedi]

Asumar knew that Spera disliked Kilian for the fact that he had nearly been killed by him, but also knew that his anger was getting the best over him due to the chain of events that had occurred in such little time. Asumar walked towards his father, who had been watching Kilian's family comfort the speedster "He had all this time with his family, I envy him just for that reason alone while I only spent mere minutes with my son's at birth..." Spera frowned as he continued staring at the orb, his anger being replaced with sadness at the flashbacks of his few minutes with the infant Kazuko and Asumar...

Spera embraced his two infant children, whom of which both he and his wife had decided to name Kazuko and Asumar individually, tears began to stream down Spera's face in both joy and happiness at holding the two children whom he knew held the pinnacle of Celestial Demigod Prowess within them, and yet not only was Spera pleased by the raw power, but to finally have something to give his life meaning was so overwhelming to him "Kazuko... Asumar... My children." Spera smiled and cried with joy as he embraced the both of them...

The flashbacks alone were enough to cause tears of sadness to fall from Spera's eyes freely, to only be able to spend those few minutes with them before he was forced to let them go to Master Shimura, knowing full well that not even he was exempt from the Extinction Event which had destroyed his physical body years before "Why did I say those things?, why did I let my anger get the best of me? I understand that I was angered over seeing my son nearly killed, but..." Spera stopped as he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Turning his head, he realized that Asumar's hand was on his shoulder, Asumar then looked at his father with a sad smile "Father, you need not doubt your decisions, I understand that you did what you had to in order to save someone who was special to you, for even I have someone special who I must look after." Asumar smiled.

Spera wiped the tears away from his eyes as he knew who Asumar was talking about, his son Ryuichi who was on Sigma Galli Prime, being evacuated with the 12 Alpha Units, Spera smiled as he rose up and hugged his son, the tears flowing forward once more as he was unable to stop them from falling "I know that I need not question my own ethics, but It just hurts me so much to be unable to directly take care of my children when they needed me the most." Spera said as he spoke between his sobs as his son continued to comfort him "Dad..." Asumar began once more as he too began to silently cry "... No matter what happened in the past, it is just that, the past." Asumar smiled happily as the tears continued to fall "I don't care what kept you away from myself or Kazuko, but all that matters is that you're here now."

Silently teleporting into his Home Dimension, Alastir brought Kazuko with him so that the father and son's could truly be united once more, Alastir could sense the sadness within both Spera and Asumar as they embraced each other. Turning to Kazuko, Alastir smiled "Go to him Kazuko, reunite with your father, me, Shimura, and Arctico can hold Earth for the time being, your reunion with your father is overdue and the least I can do is allow you to see him in such dire straits." Alastir replied as he watched Kazuko walk towards both Asumar and Spera, disappearing immediately after dropping off Kazuko.

[New Neros]

-The Regent

Val and her father stood side by side for a moment, slackjawed at the sudden attack on their base, but their facial features contorting in the same manner - proof of their kinship, beyond any doubt at all. Val powered up her gravitation effect, pulling whoever she could down toward the ground as Magneto swallowed a pill-shaped object in a single gulp, a few moments passing before his eyes glowed with a bright, white intensity. "It feels good to be at this power once more..." Magneto said, raising himself off of the ground with his magnetism, singling out a particular opponent for him to face. "Spider-Man, it's been oh so long since I've seen you. How much you've grown is startling...and how much you can grow is subject to our battle!"

"Oh yeah?" Peter Parker retorted, "Let's see you try and hit the web slinging master!" Once he taunted Magneto, Spider-Man launched a string of web and swung around on it, darting from different positions around the battlefield and weaving in and out of on-going fights between the Headhunters and the Rebels, all the while saying, "Excuse me! Dodging flying metal objects, watch out, Spider-Man swinging by!" Magneto tossed and flung just about anything he could at Spider-Man, becoming more and more angry by the moment. Finally, he seemed to just snap.

"Enough of this tomfoolery!" He yelled, Spider-Man looking at Magneto for a moment, not paying attention as the man ripped out the very platform he had his web attached to. Magneto pulled the beam out and brought it down hard on Peter Parker, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man moaning on the floor from the impact. "I'm not trying to kill you, Peter, but you are beginning to force my hand. Stay put!" He yelled, curling the wrought iron beam and encasing Spider-Man in it tightly. Magneto looked over to see his own daughter enthralled in combat, but her opponent much, much more powerful than she. "Val!"

"Got it...covered!" Val yelled, her hands locked against an enraged Supergirl, the tremendous weight of several hundred times Earth gravity allowing Val the slightest chance to match the Kryptonian, if only for a moment. "Nothing...but a...lapdog!" She yelled, throwing Supergirl off to the side and blasting her with a thunderous blast of gravitational force. The girl slid for a moment and impacted a nearby wall, struggling for a moment to raise up on just one arm, firing her deadly optical blast at Val. Jumping out of the way at the last second, Val rolled and was ready to pounce back up - but found Supergirl barreling ontop of her.

The Kryptonian landed an assault of punches on the mutant girl, but Val managed to increase the density of her own body in order to tank the hits with relative ease. "Stupid bitch." Kara said with a cold, toxic demeanor, throwing a single massive punch, forcing Val's body to shatter the ground explosively. Now offended, Val reared her legs in and shot them out at Supergirl, hitting the Kryptonian in the abdomen with incredible, sound barrier shattering force. Kara's eyes rolled back in her head and spit flew from her mouth from the impact, and the girl was sent through the ceiling and flying elsewhere.

Val huffed and breathed, though, exhausted by the brief scuffle. "S-see? Got...got it...covered." She said, standing up and hunching over to catch her breath, Magneto floating beside her.

"The battle is not yet won, Val." He said cautiously, observing the ongoing fights of his comrades and the rest of the Headhunters, preparing to move in to attack them as well.

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-Virgil

The skin on her neck crawled and her hairs stood on end as Val heard the sickening voice of someone behind her. Meekly, she turned, expecting to find a grotesque monster who recently escaped from the sewers, but instead found a scantily clad bitchcunt who looked even shorter than Val herself. Her face twisted into a laughing smirk at first as she turned to face Virgil, but slowly, this girl's words become more and more venomous, Val's smile fading fast and turning into an angered frown. "What the hell do you want with Max?" She asked callously, "You seem like his type of girl." She spat further, looking her up and down in a heavily judgemental manner.

"I don't think you have what it takes to kill a cockroach, slut." Val continued, trying to appear tough, but her facade fooling no one in particular. "If anyone's weak, it's you." For some reason that Val couldn't shake, this girl seemed familiar, like that Val has seen her face or something some time ago. She tried to remember, narrowing her eyes at the woman, prompting her to jog Val's memory. "What's your name, anyways?" Val reckoned if she could match a face to a name, she could remember how she knows this person, because the way it looks, Virgil definitely knows Max, and surely knows Val, too.

[Charmera]

-Virgil

The skin on her neck crawled and her hairs stood on end as Val heard the sickening voice of someone behind her. Meekly, she turned, expecting to find a grotesque monster who recently escaped from the sewers, but instead found a scantily clad bitchcunt who looked even shorter than Val herself. Her face twisted into a laughing smirk at first as she turned to face Virgil, but slowly, this girl's words become more and more venomous, Val's smile fading fast and turning into an angered frown. "What the hell do you want with Max?" She asked callously, "You seem like his type of girl." She spat further, looking her up and down in a heavily judgemental manner.

"I don't think you have what it takes to kill a cockroach, slut." Val continued, trying to appear tough, but her facade fooling no one in particular. "If anyone's weak, it's you." For some reason that Val couldn't shake, this girl seemed familiar, like that Val has seen her face or something some time ago. She tried to remember, narrowing her eyes at the woman, prompting her to jog Val's memory. "What's your name, anyways?" Val reckoned if she could match a face to a name, she could remember how she knows this person, because the way it looks, Virgil definitely knows Max, and surely knows Val, too.

Virgil frowned as this woman dismissed her. "Virgil." She introduced herself. "As for your joke at my expense." He hand suddenly pointed at a nearby building. With a slight glow of green, suddenly a blast of nuclear energy hit it, practically disintegrating it. She couldn't be bothered to check if she had killed anyone. "I can kill much more than a cockroach, meat sack." She replied. A blade of green nuclear energy formed in her hand. "You're not fooling anyone with your cockiness. I could see the fear in you before you noticed what I looked like."

She shook her head. "Weak... No wonder Lisa likes you. Spineless, stupid bitch..."

She paused, "I may just kill you now. I had forgotten how much conversing with human annoyed me." She replied, lifting up an arm which glowed green. "Goodby-"

It was then that the murderous little girl was cut off by a sudden smashing of a metal object into her. It seemed to be some sort of pod that had descended from orbit. How unspeakably unlucky Virgil needed to be to be hit by this was almost incalculable. Especially considering the occupant.

Speaking of which, the door hand suddenly opened. A smiling angelic figure popped out, her mere glorious visage enough to stir the hearts of most beings. Her wings framed her impressive yet graceful appearance, making her look much larger than life. She had a slightly rougish smile on her face. Her eyes opened. "Hello New York! Meet-" She had expected to see crowds, excited to indulge in some hero worship, but she instead saw a single person. "...Liberty...?" She frowned and looked around. "This isn't New York..."

She chuckled, putting her hand through her glowing blonde hair. "Well... ummm... This is embarasing." She hopped down, still smiling. "Well. I'm Liberty and who are you...?"

"Oh god it's you..." Virgil spoke, tossing the useless pod into the air with considerable force.

Liberty frowned. She didn't bother to turn. She merely frowned. "Oh. Virgil... Fucking wonderful..." She sighed, turning only slightly to regard her. "Still a mass murdering sociopathic bitch? Or did you grow a soul?"

"Yes... and I see you're still a self righteous whore who needs to be worshiped by crowds to feel good about yourself." Liberty turned fully, ignoring her. Virgil scowled.

"At least I don't get off to the death of children you sick fuck. You need the screams of innocents to feel less weak compared to me."

"Well at least I'm not so shallow I need the validation and attention of others to feel good about myself."

Liberty then sighed, then moved faster than Virgil could see, sped forwards and grabbed her by the head and tossed her into a building. Then returned to Val with a smile on her face. "Sorry about that. Was "My Little Sociopath" over there giving you trouble?"

"I'm not whining." She replied childishly, she scowled. It was more a case of the latter. Being somewhat shallow, Grixia's appearance was fairly important to her. There were many other reasons she would be concerned about her appearance, some to do with her background and others for... other reasons. She sighed and rolled her eyes. At least she was "fine" which was... disappointing, but still a small victory. "Well, what are you going to do now? What are you going to do with me now?"

Vladkaht sighed. He was growin increasinly skeptical of his motives for bringing her here as she spoke, continuing about in a childish manner. "You are going to our holding cells. I'm not to keen on allowing you to run amok around my people. These soldiers here will take you..."

The ground suddenly shook under their feet, and a colossal force impacted with an earth splitting crash. There was a deep vibrational humming in the air as a dark and ancient chattering filled the ears of all within the underground world of Ishka'ali. The spirits overhead whisked back and forth irritably as stalactites fell from the ceiling, splintering upon the ground below. Then, just as quickly as it started, the shaking stopped. Vladkaht looked around in confusion for a moment, then put a hand to his ear. "Get me a report on the state of order on every sector. Can someone tell me what in Mirzas just happened?"

A voice crackled to life on the other end as his earpiece seemed to struggle to gain signal. "My lord, there has been a disruption in the warping field in the southeastern region, near the very edge of the seventh industrial district. We don't know what it is, your grace, but it nearly caused a collapse in the primary wall. The Elemental core is straining to hold it back at t's current energy levels."

"Is the core damaged?" Vladkaht shot back, deeply concerned about the state of the core. It was the heart of their civilization, and it needed to be protected.

"No, sir. We will increase energy output if you wish."

"Reinforce the wall, then wait for further instruction. Do everything you can to keep it from collapsing. I'll be right there." Vladkaht looked to Felix, who had an expression of uncertainty on his face. "What could possibly be strong enough to damage the wall?! It's not..."

"Nothing." Vladkaht scowled wryly. "Nothing can." He began running down the pathway, then caught himself. He looked over at Grixia, then rolled his eyes. "Well, change of plans. Seems the area we were going to hold you is under attack, so unless you want us to lock you up there,". He gestured with his hands, and the chains began to undo themselves to he point to where only her hands and arms were bound behind her back. "Walk."

He ran down the walkway and rounded the corner. There was a floating platform of metal on the end of the path now where the walkway dropped off into nothingness. He jumped on along with Felix and Grixia, and it began to float on across the open expans at a rapid pace, storm spirits creating a fog around it as they moved it along.

"Finally..." Grixia spoke, Deathfrost humming in her hand as she waved it. She briefly considered slashing through him with this blade, but decided against it. She was not as consumed by hatred as she had been before. Now was curiosity and a little bit of anxiousness. She sighed as she leaned on it slightly, impatiently drumming her fingers on the hilt of the blade.

"So. Anything else you can tell me about this black hole guy?" she asked.

[Siliarba]

Chapter 1: Songbird

-snip-
Suddenly chorus dispeared, Blinking and teleporting away. She ran. She ran and cried and ran. it didn't take her long to leave, but she found a small alleyway. Tears fell. She couldn't speak. This wasn't merely a disabilty. No this was as if part of her had been torn out. The part that she used the most. The part she valued the most. The part she couldn't do without. She curled up, and cried.

CeeCee & DeeDee

Having left the vehicle DeeDee began to wander in a random direction, taking in her new environments, she would cause some destruction but if this was to be an actual place to call home then she has to find ways to cause chaos without drawing to much attention to herself. Regardless just being out was enjoyable to her. Her wandering brought her through empty alleys, as she walked through them she let her finger glide over the wall beside her. Where the walls had been touched by the tip of her finger cracks began to appear, not enough to tear down a wall but more than enough to be noticeable. The same could be said about the street where her footsteps went.

It wasn't much destruction, but it was a fun little pastime. As she was walking she started hearing a noise, DeeDee's curious nature kicked in and she went to see what it was. As she got closer it became clear that it was crying she heard, and if nothing else, misery is fun to see so this little investigation was worth it al ready. As she turned the next corner she saw a curled up girl, who was the source of the cries. DeeDee felt like she recognized the person but ignored that feeling as she assumed it would've just been some random person CeeCee saw somewhere during the day. Regardless, talking to this girl was definitely worth her time, this girl looked cute, ignoring the crying, to so that's a plus.

"Hey there, what's with the waterworks my pink-haired stranger?" it was at this time DeeDee noticed the sword she had "Nice sword, not something I'd expect a crying girl in an alleyway to have but I like surprises.". And at this point it hit her where she knew this girl from, she's a popstar, Chorus, DeeDee was slightly amazed to run in to an idol of hers, leave alone in a place like this. "Wait I know you, you're Chorus, I'm DeeDee, a fan if you hadn't guessed yet. What brings someone as hot and popular like you to a dismal place like this?".

[Kaoiluja]

Vladkaht sighed. He was growin increasinly skeptical of his motives for bringing her here as she spoke, continuing about in a childish manner. "You are going to our holding cells. I'm not to keen on allowing you to run amok around my people. These soldiers here will take you..."

The ground suddenly shook under their feet, and a colossal force impacted with an earth splitting crash. There was a deep vibrational humming in the air as a dark and ancient chattering filled the ears of all within the underground world of Ishka'ali. The spirits overhead whisked back and forth irritably as stalactites fell from the ceiling, splintering upon the ground below. Then, just as quickly as it started, the shaking stopped. Vladkaht looked around in confusion for a moment, then put a hand to his ear. "Get me a report on the state of order on every sector. Can someone tell me what in Mirzas just happened?"

A voice crackled to life on the other end as his earpiece seemed to struggle to gain signal. "My lord, there has been a disruption in the warping field in the southeastern region, near the very edge of the seventh industrial district. We don't know what it is, your grace, but it nearly caused a collapse in the primary wall. The Elemental core is straining to hold it back at t's current energy levels."

"Is the core damaged?" Vladkaht shot back, deeply concerned about the state of the core. It was the heart of their civilization, and it needed to be protected.

"No, sir. We will increase energy output if you wish."

"Reinforce the wall, then wait for further instruction. Do everything you can to keep it from collapsing. I'll be right there." Vladkaht looked to Felix, who had an expression of uncertainty on his face. "What could possibly be strong enough to damage the wall?! It's not..."

"Nothing." Vladkaht scowled wryly. "Nothing can." He began running down the pathway, then caught himself. He looked over at Grixia, then rolled his eyes. "Well, change of plans. Seems the area we were going to hold you is under attack, so unless you want us to lock you up there,". He gestured with his hands, and the chains began to undo themselves to he point to where only her hands and arms were bound behind her back. "Walk."

He ran down the walkway and rounded the corner. There was a floating platform of metal on the end of the path now where the walkway dropped off into nothingness. He jumped on along with Felix and Grixia, and it began to float on across the open expans at a rapid pace, storm spirits creating a fog around it as they moved it along.

"Finally..." Grixia spoke, Deathfrost humming in her hand as she waved it. She briefly considered slashing through him with this blade, but decided against it. She was not as consumed by hatred as she had been before. Now was curiosity and a little bit of anxiousness. She sighed as she leaned on it slightly, impatiently drumming her fingers on the hilt of the blade.

"So. Anything else you can tell me about this black hole guy?" she asked.

Vladkaht stared at the horizon as he contemplated how something could possibly damage the wall. The spacial warping field was designed to be nigh impervious to any form of attack. The bloody thing didn't even exist in the physical plane except for a few wisps of existence. It was a feat just finding the wall, much less finding a way to attack it and then causing even a measly amount of harm. He continued to scan across the expanse of the cavernous city as he spoke to Grixia.

"Every now and then I will return to my home star system to retrieve artifacts and other items of significance. I may study there extensively to record the history and culture of my kind, which is crucial to them being remembered now that they..." His voice faded at the end of his sentence, for even after countless millennia being confronted with this burden he still found it difficult to speak the truth in the matter. "I encountered him on my most resent expedition there. He seemed to have been bound in one of the temples there, and from what I can tell I... Arrived near the time he escaped." He methodically failed to mention the fact that he was the one who had accidentally freed him.

"There are stories that I recall about something similar to him attacking our planet, and of it being driven back by the "heroes of old." I was not inclined to ever believe such stories, but I am not against there being some form of truth to it. I would say he is a demon of some sort, or perhaps some inter dimensional being."

"But your majesty," Felix scratched his head in confusion. "Even the the Celestials could not breach the wall!" His words were punctuated by the sounding of another earth shaking blow, and the alien chattering began to sound once again before dying against the force of the wall.

Vladkaht clicked his tongue in anxiety. "Which is all the better reason that we get to the core and figure out what this wretched is doing." He looked to the rotating sphere of clouds around them. "Would you hurry up for Mirzas sake!" He called. "Do you not understand the urgency of the situation?! Move it!" The clouds thundered a response, then began to whisk even faster toward their destination.

[Altito Asmoro]

Len-El/The Striker

It appeared that after 30, he didn't counted anymore, bodies of death criminals lied in front of him, few meters from where he standing on. The rest ran away, and they seemed to be not the ones who are at Gotham, the ones armed with the guns. Turned left on the way, he walked and walked until he can finds the next target for him.

Kyle Vannis

Kyle's men began to entered GCPD, forcing their guns on the desperate-looking officers, half of which surrendered, and became the hostages. The rest of armed officers, including Gordon, Bullock, several police officers, and four SWAT officers, according the information from one of the captured police officers. Two first floors of the station and the parking lot had been captured, and the third and four floors still filled with the GCPD's officers. Kyle's men began to plan the last assault.

[Jorliefstreiken]

Bringer was aiming at Domion's head. Deadpool was doing the same. Their was a brief comedic moment where domino looked at them, to her rifle, then back at them before leaning backwards and falling into a police net. Bringer load down to see her boarding a helicopter. He quickly got a pice of paper and a pencil that domino had left. He scribbled out a note, "follow that chopper" what he got back was Deapools best mute impression. Oh well. He was not going to be the most recent person to lecture Deadpool on etiquette. So instead he jumped off the building as the helicopter was flying over and grabbed the landing gear. He began to pull himself up.

Deadpool was muttering under his breath "follow the chopper he says... Everything will be fine I thinks." He was in a police cruiser chasing after the helicopter. The chopper was flying father and faster. So far he had had to ramp 3 trucks, shoot out the tires on a bus and drive through an airport. No his best day in terms of destruction either. Oh well. Sometimes you just have these days. Suddenly the helicopter swerved then went to land on top of a hospital. What was going on.

Bringer was sitting in the back of the chopper, watching domino drive. Finally after they had been flying for about thirty minutes domin asked "any sign of them" bringer espoused with a gun to her head and a little post saying yep. He handed her another post saying land on that tall building. And so she did...

Dick Greyson was not having a fun day. He had gone though dozens of Doombringers files and each one was more chilling. Perhaps the most chilling was a report of him publicly beheading a man in London. Dick was gong to have to fight hard in order to beat this guy.

[The Republic of Atria]

By now, Alex and Naja were laughing and looking into what little part of the sky of Venus was actually visible and trying to make sense out of it. They were prepared for the end of the world. "I guess if I'm gonna die in a universe level explosion... Might as well be with you. No regrets."

"No regrets. We face this thing head on. We'll survive. That was not the last time we are going to do it." She said and floated into the air. "We are going to do it on every planet in this solar system. And given time, as many planets as we can in the future."

"Why?" Alex asked.

"Why not?"

"Can't argue with that."

Meanwhile, Killian had finally calmed down and just spent the last hour or so with his family. Talking, laughing and just being together. He wans't sure if they were going to survive the end, but it was worth a shot and he wanted to die happy. Then, he felt something. "I cannot believe I am saying this unironically, but there's a disturbance in the Speed Force." He said. "The Incursion. Great. Talak, you and your mother need to get to the ship. I need to make sure everyone has enough time to get ready."

Back on Venus, Alex and Naja sensed something was wrong. "Already?" Alex asked and sighed. "Great. You've still got the Motherbox? We have to hold out just for a little bit. Make sure everyone has time to prepare." He said and Naja agreed. This was it. The final battle of the Multiverse. And they had no idea what to expect.