Kara Lets Go

Early the next morning, Leon took Kara out of the Inner World.

Kara was not in great spirits.

Yesterday's final battle had pushed both her Man of Steel physique and Shazam endurance to their limits.

The prolonged, intense, and thoroughly satisfying battle

had left her body and mind pleasantly fulfilled.

It had even elevated her skills from novice level to true proficiency.

But the toll had still been too great.

Even bathed in sunlight, Kara wore a lazy expression, like a kitten curled up on a sofa.

The morning coastline was littered with burnt-out bonfires.

Some still spat flickering flames, surrounded by hungover soldiers.

Most of those soldiers were Atlanteans.

Only they would completely let loose during a celebration without caring about appearances.

After all, their king, Arthur Curry, had been the one leading the charge in drinking himself unconscious.

The Red Alliance army had already left.

They were all pilots of steel armors.

After agreeing with the Justice League last night on a time to announce their victory to the world,

this army, with five-pointed stars painted across their armor chests, had returned to their respective bases.

The Amazon warriors from Themyscira had not yet left.

They had claimed a campsite for themselves far away from everyone else.

Last night, the two Dianas had spent the entire night in camp sharing their respective experiences.

On the other side stood the Justice League's tents.

All the League members had celebrated here last night.

Leon and Kara spotted Tony in one of the large open tents.

Tony was currently asleep beside an extinguished bonfire, hugging the Anti-Superman Armor.

On the other side of the bonfire, Bruce Wayne lay with his head resting on the Hellbat Armor, breathing steadily.

The two playboys had probably hit it off immediately last night.

Leon guessed.