Facing Demon King Shabak, Black Adam felt neither excitement nor fear. His thoughts were simple: kill this remnant of the Royal Family and protect Kandak. That was all.
Hawkman struggled to his feet and used secret arts to stabilize his injuries. He had to take part in this war because he represented the Justice Society and Argus.
"The final battle is here."
The audience stared fixedly at their screens. If the superheroes won this decisive battle, the disaster would be declared over. Horses would keep racing, dances would go on, girls would still be chased—everyone could continue doing whatever they normally did.
If Shabak won, the end of the world would arrive, and everyone could go wash up and sleep.
The audience silently prayed, "Superheroes, it's all up to you."
Near the battlefield, Andrew arrived with the Old Mage. The Old Mage looked grave. A Demon King—this time, things were dangerous.
Though he was only a New Demon King, a Demon King was still a Demon King. Their very nature was different.
Andrew remained calm. He had killed who knew how many Demon Kings.
"It's best to conserve trump cards when possible. After all, there are only a few hundred in total."
After thinking for a moment, Andrew contacted Doctor Fate. Shortly afterward, a golden helmet appeared in his hand: Doctor Fate's Helmet of Nabu.
"Diana, put your hand behind your back. I'll teleport some things into your hand. Hide them immediately with Mirage Magic."
Andrew then contacted Diana. She nodded and placed her left hand behind her back as instructed.
Andrew took several small items from his pocket, placed them inside the helmet, and teleported them into Diana's hand. He then quietly explained the functions of those items to her.
"Are you done whispering sweet nothings?"
Shabak floated in