Fear made people lose their reason.
You see, perhaps you had the power to inflict immense fear upon others, but that did not mean you never felt fear yourself.
When you felt helpless, you were no different from us. You were nothing more than a mortal.
Poor Batman Dragon could never believe in friends or teammates. He had always tried to save the universe through his own strength alone. Fundamentally, that was tremendous arrogance.
You ignored the talents and abilities of others, becoming so conceited that you proclaimed yourself the savior. Relying on your knowledge of Doctor Manhattan from your previous life, you had tried to predict and guide the actions of a transcendent being. Just how outrageous and ignorant was that?
It was time for you to taste the consequences, my friend.
Now you were forced to place your hopes in Batman. Prime Universe Batman had once mentioned a plan to you, and after hearing it, you and Batman himself had deleted your memories. Thus, it had become a plan that neither you nor Prime Universe Batman knew anything about.
A plan that was already in motion, yet whose specific details had been forgotten by its creator, executor, and even everyone who had participated in discussing it. Even you thought this hope was rather absurd, but at least it gave you some comfort.
Regardless, the question before you at this very moment was very realistic and simple.
Three times, my friend. Three times.
Now you had to use the first one. This was not something you could stop simply because you wanted to.
Within the Infinite Hell, the demon lord Necron suddenly discovered that a huge number of human souls had arrived, as if a payment app had malfunctioned.
Meanwhile, the demon lord Trigon stirred a tide of magic,