In a vast hall, a frail old man sat alone in a chair. It seemed as though he had been sitting there for a very long time, or perhaps waiting for someone.
"Is that... Clark?" Bruce narrowed his eyes as he looked at the somewhat familiar face of the old man. Having stepped through the portal into the hall, he could not be certain. He turned to Hospital Gown Bruce beside him, hoping to get a more definite answer.
Hospital Gown Bruce shook his head, indicating that he had no such memory.
"You're here." A somewhat hoarse male voice rang out from ahead, as though its owner had not spoken for a long time. His voice sounded dry and sluggish.
"Clark? Is that you?" Seeing that Luke was merely looking around with great interest, with no intention of speaking or answering, Bruce thought for a moment before stepping forward to address the old man.
"Of course. I am the Superman of this universe, but not the Clark you remember." Elder Superman admitted his identity.
"This is the heart of the World Forge, the origin of all Multiverses." Elder Superman rose from his chair and introduced this mysterious place to them.
"All the universes you know were created here. The Master of this place is the World Forger. Since his birth, his duty has been to create one Multiverse after another.
But for certain reasons, the universes he created were not necessarily complete or stable. So, like a gardener pruning branches, he cut away those unstable universes."
"And those shears were Barbatos, the God of the Dark Multiverse as you know him."
"I'm guessing something went wrong, didn't it?" Bruce noticed that Luke had not stopped him from speaking with Elder Superman. It was as if he could not hear them