Shane glanced back at the two of them without betraying any emotion.
Had those two been scared by what happened earlier?
Didn't they know he could hear them talking?
"So you do know how terrifying you were just now."
In the Shadow Dimension, Rachel held Injustice Raven in her arms, gently patting her to comfort her, while irritably responding to the thought Shane had sent over.
Injustice Raven had briefly connected to Shane's consciousness, and what she saw went far beyond the sight of him brutalizing those Kryptonian prisoners in the real world.
Just a glimpse of the mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and exterminated civilizations buried deep in Shane's memories had shaken Injustice Raven more profoundly than anything she had ever experienced.
Injustice Superman's three-year reign of violence?
It didn't even compare.
Even the destruction Trigon had wrought during his repeated invasions of the sacred dimension of Azarath all those years ago paled before those fragments of Shane's memories.
Trigon's overwhelming power brought apocalyptic destruction, but ultimately, it was merely the oppressive might of a supreme demon god devouring heaven and earth, inspiring the same terror and helplessness ordinary people felt before a natural disaster.
But there was a different kind of visceral horror in watching, with indifference honed over long years, as countless crazed, bloodthirsty warriors descended like locusts onto an invaded planet. Their punches and kicks shattered continents as they slaughtered everyone who defied them-and even the defenseless-by the millions and tens of millions.
It was enough to inflict suffering beyond the limits of language on any soul that cherished civilization and life.
To put it plainly, facing those scenes had hurt Injustice Raven more than Shane, who had actually lived through them.
Raven's sense of beauty differed from that of humans. Growing up in a