Barbatos fell silent.
You see, what he didn't quite understand was why he had ended up becoming the one in charge.
What he had originally expected:
The Monitor in front and Barbatos behind. He, Barbatos, would follow behind the Monitor like an honest, harmless mascot. The Monitor would shoulder everything, come rain or shine, while Barbatos peacefully coasted along.
The situation now:
The Monitor, that deadbeat father without a mother, had possessed Barbatos on the spot and become a personal old man in his head, riding on top of him and throwing his weight around while issuing orders nonstop. Barbatos could only obediently carry them out.
Damn it, how had things turned out like this?!
But no matter how much Barbatos grumbled inwardly, it was already a settled fact that he was in charge now. Besides, what the Monitor had said made perfect sense:
"I'm still publicly on Alpheus's side right now. You don't want them to discover me and ruin everything we've worked for, do you?"
In short, Barbatos had appeared in the universe of Batman Dragon. According to the Monitor, Batman Dragon had definitely left clues in this universe about what they needed to do next.
"Hm!? Darkseid?"
Elsewhere.
"..."
The First Lantern stared blankly at everything before him.
"Why are you spacing out? Come eat with us." He heard his friend say that to him—or was it merely an afterimage left behind by the passage of time?
He touched his chest and could feel his heart pounding vigorously inside it.
But he knew that everything before him was merely an illusion.
He had remained in this illusion for far too long, but false was ultimately false. After countless cycles of reincarnation, he had realized that the World Forger would never risk bringing the entire