The Call of the Universe!

Metropolis, at dusk.

The last light of sunset gilded the steel jungle in an unreal glow.

On the top floor of the Chaos Direction tower, in the office that had once belonged to Lex Luthor and now belonged only to Link, everything was frighteningly quiet.

Before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, Link sat on a throne made of high-strength alloy and the bones of an unknown creature.

He was not looking down at the city below.

His gaze pierced the clouds and the atmosphere, coming to rest on the deep, boundless reaches of space.

There was nothing left on Earth worth conquering.

The Justice League, those gods who had once stood so far above everyone else, were now pitiful prisoners in his home, feeling their strength drain away day and night.

The governments of the world, those once self-important wielders of power, had made the wisest and most pathetic choice in the face of his absolute strength: submission.

The people hailed him as their new savior, bowing before him every day and praying for his protection.

Even the supposedly invincible Doomsday had become a stepping stone on his path to godhood—and a malicious "gift" sent into the depths of space.

He had won.

He had won this planet in the most complete, indisputable way possible.

Yet what followed was not boundless joy, but a loneliness at the top... an emptiness.

With every enemy defeated and every challenge behind him, the flame called conquest that had driven him this far seemed to be slowly dying.

Was it time to bring it all to an end?

Link murmured to himself.

He slowly raised a hand, and a system display visible only to him unfolded before his eyes.

It was a vast three-dimensional map centered on Earth.

The names that had once shone across