She raised her head, madness flickering in her clouded eyes.
She looked toward the figure on the throne, who had remained motionless from the very beginning.
"Great Darkseid! Please allow me to act!"
"I will use the most vicious psychic toxin on Apokolips to corrode his soul, inch by inch!"
"I will make him kneel at my feet, wailing and kissing my boots, until he becomes my lowliest slave!"
Darkseid still did not move on his throne.
He watched the screen in silence, his eyes burning like hellfire, betraying not the slightest emotion.
It was as though the dead were not his own son and his finest guards, but a swarm of insignificant ants.
But everyone on the bridge knew their sovereign was angry.
That invisible will, powerful enough to crush a planet, was slowly rising.
Granny Goodness received no response, but she took his silence as permission.
A sick, twisted smile returned to her wrinkled face.
"Thank you for your mercy, great master."
She turned and slammed the Spine Scepter in her hand against the floor.
"Activate the Wailing Cradle! Set its power to maximum!"
"Lock onto the target's location!"
"I will let that arrogant mortal taste true despair!"
At her command, deep within the flagship Fist of Grief, an enormous biological device that pulsed like a heart slowly activated.
Countless thick organic tubes connected to various instruments plunged into the enormous mass of flesh.
At the center of the device, tens of thousands of powerful psychics from different civilizations were imprisoned.
Their bodies were secured inside specially designed containers, with only their brains exposed, each bristling with densely packed probes.
They were the power source for Apokolips's most terrifying psychic weapon... the Wailing Cradle.
Through her scepter, Granny Goodness connected her will to this enormous psychic furnace.
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