The World's Shadow!

At the top of the Chaos Direction tower.

Sunlight poured through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows like a golden waterfall, bathing the entire office in warmth.

Link stood at the center of that sea of light.

He wore no shirt, letting the light and heat from 150 million kilometers away kiss every inch of his skin.

Every cell rejoiced.

Every gene sang.

His eyes were closed, yet he could "see" more clearly than ever.

He could "see" photons pass through his skin and enter his blood, where ravenous cells devoured them and transformed them into something called "power." He could "hear" the heartbeat of the city beneath his feet, the joys and sorrows of millions flowing together into a torrent called "fate."

He could "smell" the trace left in the air by the demigoddess from Themyscira when she departed: fear.

The sensation was far more intoxicating than power alone.

It was control.

The omnipotent feeling of holding the entire world within his senses, toying with it in the palm of his hand.

Lex Luthor, the man who fancied himself the pinnacle of human intellect, now hid in the gutter like a beaten dog, feeding his vile blood and hatred to a monster destined to fail.

Link had seen everything about "Doomsday" in the files Luthor had downloaded.

An interesting toy. Nothing more.

Superman, that naive god from Krypton, was probably still confused and ashamed at having been saved by a "mortal." He would never understand that his divinity and his power had been the richest main course on Link's plate from the very beginning.

And then there was the Justice League, those "heroes" who called themselves guardians.

They had sent their mightiest envoy, bearing an artifact that symbolized "truth," only to come away with deeper fear and confusion.

Link slowly opened