How should a grand war be handled after it ended?
Or rather, how should it be depicted?
Why did stories always stop after the hero slew the dragon? What happened after that?
In the boundless universe, Jino had pondered that question again and again.
No one knew how long his war with Darkseid had lasted.
But everything, like a battery, would eventually run out.
Jino realized the war was over when Darkseid roared, "Darkseid Is!" before collapsing and floating through the cold void of space.
This tyrant and overlord who had dominated worlds—whatever one wished to call him.
After an unknown length of battle with Jino, Darkseid had drained every last ounce of strength from his body before crashing down.
The curtain fell on an era. An age came to an end.
Jino had pierced Darkseid's torso with the Yggdrasil Spear.
He thought Lex should find it suitable for research.
Metropolis.
Though the newly built Watchtower was quite good, everyone had grown accustomed to staying at Justice League headquarters.
So Jino set the meeting in Metropolis.
Every Justice League member sat wearily in their respective chairs, but despite their exhaustion, their attention remained fixed on Darkseid, who hung from the wall not far away.
The former cosmic tyrant was miserably hung on the wall, yet even in death, the oppressive aura radiating from his body still inspired fear.
"How did he die?" The Flash asked curiously. He was not the only curious one; Diana was equally intrigued. "Was Darkseid that strong?"
"That strong?" Jino sighed. "I used roughly all of my strength to fight him. You really should have seen the region of space where we battled. That entire area had already collapsed and been annihilated by the fight."
"All right, I've said everything that needs to be said. I'll