Recently, Darkseid had been struggling immensely.
The awakening of the Great Darkness and its sweep across the Omniverse, followed by the brutal war that erupted afterward, had nearly cost Darkseid his life.
He had truly come close to dying—the kind of close where any stray shockwave could have blasted Darkseid into scraps.
A mere Quasi-Ninth Level Darkseid had no ability to fight back against attacks that began at the fourth stage of Level Nine.
The former tyrant of the God Realm, the lord of Apocalypse who had once terrorized countless worlds for countless ages, now appeared incomparably frail and humble.
Standing on the new Apocalypse known as "Sepulchre," Darkseid gazed into the restored calm of the God Realm with his hands behind his back, falling silent for a long time. He stood there coldly like a rock, watching everything with indifference.
The new Apocalypse, built as a war fortress, had long since been left battered and ruined. It was a scene of utter decay. Honestly, being able to barely preserve himself in such a war made Darkseid feel that his luck had been rather good.
Not only had he survived, but even his planet had barely been preserved.
"I saw your magnificent figure maneuvering that planet through drifts just now."
Donnie emerged from the depths of the God Realm. Looking down at Darkseid from above, he spoke calmly.
Darkseid remained standing with his hands behind his back. "You flatter me. I've always been good at this."
Donnie looked at Darkseid and said nothing for a moment.
He had truly never expected Darkseid to be this kind of Darkseid! While Donnie and the other Omni-Four had been locked in a chaotic battle with the Great Darkness, he had caught an accidental glimpse of Darkseid wildly drifting the new Apocalypse, dodging one