No one knew what had happened in the White House.
Both sides tacitly kept silent.
As for the deaths of those two generals, the American government would likely label them as drunk-driving accidents.
Jino handed Hael over to Lucifer.
The Lord of Hell, who had never been picky about his tastes, welcomed the prospect of having a Kryptonian playmate. Hael would likely spend the rest of his long life in Hell.
As usual, Jino sent Doomsday to the underground base beneath Luthor Factory.
After everything that had happened, Smallville finally enjoyed a rare period of leisure.
In the barn on the second floor of Clark's newly restored Fortress of Solitude.
"Lana Lang left me."
Clark gripped his glass and drank deeply.
The liquor brewed by Amber Gold left him intoxicated.
Because of Clark and Jino, Smallville had long since ceased to be the peaceful town it once was.
So Lana Lang's aunt, a wealthy and attractive widow, decided to send the girl to Paris.
Before leaving, Lana Lang had intended to find Clark, say goodbye, and confess her feelings.
But just like in every second-rate romance novel and TV drama, when Lana Lang went looking for Clark, the boy had still been fighting alongside Jino against Doomsday.
And so, the two missed each other.
After draining his glass, Clark swayed to his feet.
Stepping across the oak floor, Clark stood before the window and looked down at the ground below.
Without turning around, he said, "If I jump from here, can I fly using the method you told me about?"
"Does that method really work?"
The young man behind him stood up, carrying a bottle of liquor brewed by Amber Gold over to Clark's side.
Jino patted Clark on the shoulder and laughed. "Even the Man of Steel known as