The Flash

Soft light spilled over the newly repaired walls of the Justice League hall.

Xiao Han's fingers tapped lightly against the sofa's armrest as his gaze swept over everyone present.

Batman's cape hung behind him, and his eyes were bloodshot beneath his cowl.

"According to the Watchtower's latest scan, 78% of the world's population has already become Parademons."

His voice was raspier than usual. "The remaining human strongholds are scattered across the globe."

"That's enough, Bruce."

The Superman of the parallel universe interrupted him.

"What we need now is hope, not statistics."

Lois gripped Clark's hand tightly, as if he would disappear the moment she let go.

"There are more than three hundred survivors in the underground shelter beneath the Daily Planet. At least that's a start."

Shazam, the boy wizard who should have been eternally optimistic,

sat dejectedly in the corner.

"My magic can't detect any response from a sacred sanctuary. They all..."

Black Adam rolled his eyes. "So, you so-called heroes finally understand the importance of strength?"

Diana glanced uneasily at Xiao Han.

She could feel the energy surging beneath the calm exterior of the man beside her.

If he was willing, perhaps a single thought from him could change all this.

But she also understood that this mysterious man had never been a hero in the traditional sense.

"Wong."

She spoke softly. "You really have no way?"

Xiao Han raised a hand, stopping her before she could continue.

His gaze swept across everyone in the room before finally settling on the ruined skyline of Metropolis outside the window.

He could rewrite reality. With a snap of his fingers, he could turn every Parademon back into a human.

With a single thought, he could restore Earth to its original state.

But he had no intention of doing that. He