Steppenwolf

The far side of the moon, in a region of eternal night.

Chu Hang sat cross-legged at the bottom of a crater, surrounded by gray-white dust that had lain undisturbed for billions of years.

Earth hung overhead, its blue light dazzling.

His eyes were closed. Inside him, the Anti-Life Equation Fragment was going berserk.

It was not matter, but a concept—the ultimate rule that could erase all free will and turn living people into puppets.

It howled inside Chu Hang's mind, trying to erase his will.

Chu Hang did not resist.

He built a furnace from the Thirteen Laws' Power and trapped it inside.

The Alchemical Law broke down its structure, the Devouring Law digested its energy, and the Greed Concept tore into it like a starving wolf, devouring it.

And it hurt. Badly.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead. The veins beneath his skin bulged and turned black. That was the Anti-Life Equation eating into him. But each time the blackness spread too far, the golden Alchemical Law forced it back.

A tug-of-war.

Time passed, and the black patterns spread more and more slowly.

The Greed Concept within him began to change. Once limited to consuming energy and matter, it now reached for something deeper.

Will. Concepts. Existence.

The dust on the moon's surface suddenly trembled.

Chu Hang opened his eyes. Gold flashed deep within his pupils.

A rift tore through the void. Green energy poured out to the roar of machinery.

Hundreds of Parademons spilled from the passage, brandishing energy weapons as they circled above the moon and shrieked.

Then a towering figure emerged.

Three meters tall, with gray skin and red eyes. He wore battered armor and carried a massive electric axe over one shoulder, its blade still stained with blood.

Steppenwolf—Darkseid's uncle, the conqueror of Apokolips.