The moment the Anti-Monitor was killed.
The positive-matter universe, too, began returning to its original state under Leon's Reality Manipulation punch.
Every universe returned to its proper place like stars settling back into their constellations.
No one could remain calm in the face of such a sight.
Especially those who had long since lost their homes.
The superheroes stared blankly at the universes gradually drifting away around them.
Some wept with joy, while others were lost in thought.
Only Superboy-Prime flew toward Leon.
As he drew closer, he slowly came to a stop.
He felt that the man who had saved the whole world was his master.
Both his appearance and his bearing were exactly the same.
But his master had died long ago. He clearly remembered that it had been raining that day, and the entire world had felt cold.
Superboy-Prime did not dare approach.
He merely stood at a distance and asked uneasily in a trembling voice, "M-Master, is that you?"
Hearing him, Leon turned to look at him, smiled, and gently nodded. "Well done, Clark. You're starting to look like a superhero."
"It really is you, Master! But... but weren't you already..."
Having received the answer he wanted, Superboy-Prime was both shocked and overjoyed.
He rushed in front of Leon and awkwardly looked his master over from head to toe.
"Are you a ghost now? Or have you come back to life? I visit your grave every month. Did you see me from inside? Wait, when did you crawl out?"
Superboy-Prime hugged Leon tightly.
Then the little brat proceeded to spew a string of nonsense.
Leon glanced speechlessly at Superboy-Prime and gave up on making up an excuse to brush him off.
He did not even bother inventing a reason.
He simply patted Superboy-Prime on the shoulder.