Every major event inevitably had ambitious schemers moving in the shadows. What they excelled at most was maximizing their gains from chaos, using others' strength to achieve their own ends.
Dark Mystic was like this. Mandrak was like this.
Donnie was the same.
As the unprecedentedly brutal decisive battle in the Orrery of Worlds unfolded, Donnie had turned his attention toward the multiverse at the very first opportunity.
"What an astonishing war."
Donnie let out a heartfelt sigh, genuinely awed.
It truly was far too brutal.
Hundreds of Level Eight gods were clashing savagely, with more and more Level Eight gods joining the battlefield. The two opposing sides were at war; perhaps nothing like this had happened since the God Realm was founded.
"Is it time to act?" Wanda, dressed in red, stood quietly behind him and asked softly.
Donnie rubbed his chin. "More or less. I really have to thank these people. They successfully blasted many cracks into the Speed Force Wall, giving me a better chance of crossing it..."
Looking into the distance, the Speed Force Wall constantly trembled. Numerous terrifying cracks had appeared across it, and glimpses of the Orrery of Worlds could be seen through them.
The barrier separating the two sides, the Speed Force Wall, now looked as though it could collapse at any moment.
This was the opportunity Donnie had been waiting for!
Honestly, if the Speed Force Wall had not been damaged, Donnie would already have considered making a trip to Apocalypse to borrow Darkseid's Mother Box again.
Even Donnie's current true body was not confident he could cross an intact Speed Force Wall without a Mother Box.
"What should we do once we get there? Which side do we help?" Old Shazam asked gravely. Around him stood more than a dozen figures—the