The voices at the Oa Star conference abruptly fell silent. Every Stellar-class powerhouse on Giant Peak went quiet.
At the mention of Darkseid's name, apprehension appeared on some of their faces, and they sank into a heavy silence.
Some had encountered Darkseid before and been beaten into a desperate retreat.
Some had seen the interstellar nations they had founded wiped out by Darkseid and nearly died at the hands of his commander, Steppenwolf.
Some had long been singled out by Darkseid for capture, so he could turn them into Stellar-class Parademons.
And so on.
All of them bore deep grudges against Darkseid.
Simply hearing his name was enough to silence them.
Fortunately, Darkseid was already dead.
Unfortunately, in a one-on-one battle, Darkseid had unleashed the Black Domain and fought fiercely within it for a hundred thousand years, only to be beaten until his energy ran dry and he was killed outright.
And the man who had beaten Darkseid to death was He-El, the Emperor of New Krypton, who was even stronger than Darkseid—the very threat that had required Stellar-class powerhouses across the universe to unite and establish the Oa Pan-Stellar Domain Alliance.
"He and Darkseid perished together in the Black Domain. Not even his bones remain," said the projection of a Stellar-class powerhouse on one of the peaks, closing his eyes like an ascetic, his expression somber.
"Is he really dead? We've seen Darkseid's remains, but his have vanished." None of the Stellar-class powerhouses were fools. Though they had done everything they could to steer the Oa Pan-Stellar Domain Alliance away from the Guardians of the Universe's intentions and turn it into a cosmic trading market, they grew wary when a genuine threat to their own lives arose.
"The most important power within Darkseid's remains is gone. It was a