Mourning and Coronation!

In the cold black vacuum of space, Link floated silently.

Just minutes ago, Doomsday's remains and raging energy had filled this place.

Now nothing remained. It was as clean as it had been at the dawn of creation.

The monster born of hatred, which had completed its final evolution through Superman's sacrifice, had been erased by Link on a physical level in a way that was almost a purification.

Link turned. His gaze pierced the thin atmosphere and settled on the blue planet below.

On the vast scar at the heart of Metropolis.

There was no joy of victory on his face, no satisfaction of revenge. Only the absolute stillness of a statue.

He descended slowly, drifting like a black feather through the clouds, and landed once more on the ravaged earth.

Through the cameras of drones that had survived the catastrophe, the eyes of the world focused on him again.

People saw that he did not return to his Chaos Direction tower. Nor did he pay any attention to the crowds crying out amid the ruins.

He landed at the edge of the crater, a thousand meters across.

There lay the cold body of a hero.

Clark Kent.

Superman.

Lois Lane knelt some distance away, held firmly back by the Military Police. She watched Link descend, her eyes filled with emotions too tangled to name.

Grief over losing the man she loved. Despair at Doomsday's resurrection. And a towering hatred for Link, who had stood by and let Clark die.

But when she saw Link land beside Clark, every emotion gave way to numb bewilderment.

What was he going to do?

Humiliate a dead hero? Or claim him as a trophy?

Under the gaze of billions around the world, Link slowly crouched.

He did not look at the terrible