Darkseid was dead.
He had died horribly, eroded and assimilated by the Great Darkness's Darkforce, ultimately falling into darkness.
"This damn thing is truly disgusting..."
Donnie's expression was incomparably grim. He had personally restrained Darkseid and tossed a wisp of Darkforce onto him, watching with his own eyes as Darkseid's pure domain of darkness was assimilated by the darkness within it. Then he dissolved, and in the end, everything Darkseid was became part of the darkness.
That terrible outcome sent a chill through Donnie's heart.
If Donnie had failed to withstand the darkness's erosion back then, he would only have ended up like Darkseid, becoming part of the darkness. By now, he would probably have already been chatting with the Great Darkness.
"That lowly beast..."
Donnie's face darkened, filled with ferocity.
His desire to strip away this damned darkness was becoming more urgent by the moment. He had truly had enough. That ceaseless dragging force from the darkness, that constant confrontation with something even more terrifying than death...
After a long while, once Darkseid was utterly dead, Donnie calmly looked down upon the vast Omniverse.
What a magnificent yet terrible immense world. It was filled with the stories of countless superheroes, yet superheroes were never the protagonists. They were merely a group of clowns chosen to step onto the stage for a performance...
Donnie had already realized this truth and had struggled to escape that stage, only to become a new clown upon an even greater stage... Again and again, leaping endlessly until he had reached this point.
He was only one step away from the ultimate end, that supreme realm. Yet that single step was like an unbridgeable abyss.
But he had to try, didn't he?
Donnie stood there for a very, very long time. Looking down upon the