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Ian sat on the higher part of the slope for a long time. During that time, the bell rang several times. After each round, new Doomsdays spawned, lined up, walked toward the pit, and threw themselves into it. Then the next round of bells would ring. He had stopped counting, only confirming that the Doomsdays' spawning locations and numbers had not exceeded the range he had observed before.
He stood up and gave the pit one final look. The smoke was still rising, spreading, and dispersing in the same manner. The rim of the pit retained its original shape, neither expanding nor shrinking despite the repeated sacrifices.
This space seemed to have been set within a closed loop. The world-ending process repeated every day, yet never produced a result. He had not found Lucifer, nor had he found any signs of other humanoid structures, much less any remnants matching that stitched-together monster.
He withdrew his gaze and raised his right hand, palm up. Golden light surged from the surface of his skin, forming a brief crack in the air. Without hesitation, he stepped directly inside. The crack closed behind him, as swiftly and silently as it had when he arrived. He landed back on the ground of the DC Universe.
A streetlight glowed above him. The shops on both sides of the street were still closed, and cars occasionally passed in the distance, their engines echoing through the alleyway. The wind was cool, carrying the distinctive dampness of the early morning.
Ian stood there for a while, confirming that he had indeed returned to the correct coordinates. Then he put his hands in his pockets, walked a few steps down the street, and stopped