Aid for the Justice League

Smoke still billowed from the Avengers Compound, its wreckage casting twisted shadows beneath the setting sun.

Chu Hang stood atop the ruins, his gaze passing over the busy rescue teams. Tony directed the Iron Legion as they cleared debris, while Steve comforted the surviving civilians, lending them strength with his steady voice.

Everything seemed to be getting better.

But Chu Hang's thoughts were already elsewhere.

He felt a tremor reaching across dimensions. The Dark Trident at his right hip gave off a low hum, as if answering his homeland's cries. On the middle finger of his left hand, the Green Lantern Ring, silent for so long, burned like a branding iron.

Both artifacts from the DC Universe had sounded their strongest warning at the same time.

Chu Hang closed his eyes and sent a thread of consciousness into the ring.

In an instant, a vast, despairing flood of images poured into his mind.

An endless black tide swept across the cosmos, devouring galaxy after galaxy with unstoppable force.

The light of stars vanished the moment it touched the tide, as though it had never existed.

The mighty Green Lantern Corps struggled in the darkness, but the green light born of their will seemed painfully faint against it. He

saw Oa, the sacred world of the Green Lantern Corps. The Central Power Battery shook at an unprecedented frequency, and despair appeared for the first time on the Guardians' usually impassive faces.

Then the vision shifted to Earth.

That blue planet where he had once stayed for a short while.

The Justice League's Watchtower, a steel fortress suspended beyond the atmosphere, was surrounded by an impenetrable mass of black shapes.

They had no faces and no fixed forms. They were destruction and nothingness made manifest.

Shadow Demons.

The Anti-Monitor's vanguard.

Chu Hang