Barbatos Besieged and Betrayed

Hal felt himself falling...

The vast darkness gathered into an ocean.

The world was far too difficult, like an endless night in which the sun could never be seen. Countless enemies lurked in the shadows—Brainiac, Black Death Emperor, Barbatos...

Parallax Hal was exhausted.

He had no idea how long he had been fighting battle after battle. His energy had been drained, his will battered, and he was indescribably tired, like someone walking silently for six or seven miles through howling, freezing winds in nothing but a thin coat.

But Parallax Hal Jordan still burned fiercely.

All his life, he had traveled through endless nights, alone in the bitter cold.

Every night, he traversed blood-stained streets, crossing one violent, death-filled alley after another.

He deeply hated this world, where tragedies and disasters bred everywhere. But at that moment, for a god obsessed with rebuilding the world, this bright hell had long since become a dark paradise brimming with opportunity—the crucial proof that once again strengthened his resolve in everything he was doing.

Barbatos's sick, twisted face flashed through Hal's mind, hidden beneath its hood. So did those ragged, spread bat wings. They made Hal's soul ignite from its very depths.

Those monsters feared him and rejected his arrival. If he had still been at his peak, these enemies would have been nothing but insects. But do you know what was most interesting?

Even though he was not in his best condition, this bunch of trash...

Were still insects!

Like some dark and dangerous cure for a suicidal virus, he quickly surged into the world's arteries.

He firmly believed that he was the only cure, completely ignoring all potential side effects.

And so, at that moment... the cure was reborn!

Hal shouted.

He let out a long, anguished scream.

His soul and