The North Pole of the Miracle Dimension, the Frozen Wasteland.
The air here remained at a constant temperature of 0.1 degrees Celsius above absolute zero.
The wind howled, carrying ice-blue crystals.
Two pitch-black vibranium towers stood in the center of the plaza.
On the left tower, Thanos, the once-arrogant overlord of the universe, was pinned to the wall by seventy-two high-pressure alloy rivets.
He had lost his left arm, and his muscles had withered until he resembled a dried old tree root.
Twelve thick blood tubes pierced his arteries, greedily extracting the Titan's ceaseless supply of vitality and flesh.
On the right tower, the remains of Darkseid's three-dimensional avatar were bound in chains.
Dark red omega energy occasionally seeped from the ruined body's eye sockets, only to be captured immediately by the surrounding force field and broken down into higher-dimensional heavy particles.
Lynn stopped before the two towers.
The wind and snow dissolved automatically within a meter of his body.
"Boss, you're planning to rely on these two pieces of trash as your muscle at the End of Time?"
Constantine stepped out of the portal behind Lynn, pulled his collar tighter, and shivered.
He looked at the two "biological generators" on the towers.
"That purple sweet potato doesn't even have the strength to stand anymore."
"As for the one with the glowing red eyes, he's nothing but an empty shell."
"Defective goods like these wouldn't even make a snack for the TVA's tactical officers."
Lynn did not turn around. System notifications sounded one after another from deep within the marrow of his right arm.
[Ding! EX-Level Life-Weaving Engine connected to Transdimensional Gene Forge.] [Locking onto targets: Titan gene pool, residual omega energy sequences.]
"Defective goods have their uses." Lynn raised his right hand and aimed his palm at