Chu Hang hovered above the highest point of the Void Fortress.
Beneath him lay DC Earth. Above him—
A blood-red rift was tearing the sky apart.
The gravitational fields of the two planets had begun to interfere with each other.
He could feel the planet beneath his feet trembling.
It was no localized quake. The crust, mantle, and core of the entire planet were resonating.
An omen of two celestial bodies about to collide.
The laws of physics were screaming.
Space warped.
Time slipped out of alignment.
Chu Hang closed his eyes and drew a deep breath.
The two great origins within him surged into motion.
The Phoenix Origin burned, golden-red flames seeping from beneath his skin; the Control Origin awakened, sending the galaxies of his Inner Universe spinning at high speed.
He had only just survived the Living Tribunal's judgment, and some of that golden energy still lingered inside him.
It was something extraordinary.
Neither an attack nor a defense, but something on a higher plane—
Rules. Definitions. Absolute authority above the Multiverse.
He opened his eyes.
In his golden-red and silver-white pupils, two Earths on the brink of collision were reflected.
He raised his right hand. Golden light appeared in his palm—the Living Tribunal's judgment energy.
He raised his left. Golden-red flames appeared in that palm—the fusion of Phoenix and Control.
The two powers met before him, forming an enormous magic circle.
Its patterns spread toward the blood-red sky.
Thor stood at the edge of the fortress, gripping Stormbreaker so tightly that he never blinked as he stared at Chu Hang's back.
Clark hovered in midair, his silver-white body glowing, ready to act at any moment.
Tony's faceplate closed, and JARVIS gave him a running report—
"The planets are one hundred kilometers apart."
"Ninety kilometers."
"Eighty kilometers."
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