The war was over.
Just as the ideals expressed in War and Peace.
People bred conflict in peace, nurtured war amid conflict, and then longed for peace in war.
Everything in the world went in cycles, like an ouroboros devouring its own tail.
Barney, who yearned to become a god, was undoubtedly a qualified ambitious man, but his opponent's true strength had far exceeded Barney's expectations.
Central City.
At the memorial statue in the downtown plaza, a steel dove constructed from firearms stood tall above the square.
Countless citizens had come of their own accord, placing white flowers beneath the statue to mourn those who had died in the vampire conflict.
Inside an apartment not far from downtown.
Heavy gray curtains blocked out the lights outside.
A dim crimson glow reflected off the walls.
Photos of famous American football players covered the walls of the room.
Above the bed hung a group photo of the Justice League's four giants.
A hooded boy sat in a chair near the round table.
"The war is over, and the President of America has also been confirmed to be a puppet infected by the vampires."
As the television broadcast the latest news, the boy raised his right hand, revealing an intricate and ornate steel arm.
He slowly turned his head. Half of what should have been an intact face had been replaced by a metal cheek.
The red glow of his scarlet electronic compound eye flickered, casting his face in shifting light and shadow.
Like a robotic police officer from a futuristic film, the boy turned his gaze toward the posters.
"The Justice League has saved the world again."
The boy lowered his head in disappointment. A lonely look flashed through the intact right eye of the young Black boy.
Every boy had dreamed