"No." A woman's voice came from the laboratory. "The Power of Death is returning to the mental realm. Schiller may be in danger!"
Everyone in the laboratory looked at her. Victor shot to his feet. "What happened? Why is it returning?!"
"Some force is drawing it in." Superman frowned deeply. "It seems... it seems to be this child's primary consciousness..."
She placed her hand on the ice and sensed it carefully before saying, "Something is constantly calling for death. Guided by that call, the Power of Death is flowing back toward the brain..."
"What do we do now?!" Victor asked anxiously. "Once Schiller comes into contact with the Power of Death, he may face the mastermind directly!"
"Don't panic." Superman took a deep breath. "I can use Life Force to hold it back for a while, but I can't maintain it for long."
"But isn't your Life Force supposed to counter the Power of Death?"
"Precisely because it counters it, I can't output too much. If I disperse the Power of Death completely, this child will die. A small amount can only slow it down."
Victor was about to say something when Brainiac said, "Trust Schiller. He will find a way."
White light flashed over Superman's hand, then enveloped the entire ice sculpture. She said, "All right. This should buy him some more time."
With a whoosh, the flames in the fireplace surged upward, and the entire hall brightened again. Schiller immediately understood that someone outside was helping him.
But the fire dimmed far faster than he had expected. Schiller estimated that after three more cycles, the flames would go out completely. The Power of Death invading the mental realm would then swallow this place whole. He would be dragged into the Black Death Emperor's domain.
Schiller already knew what