A "greeting" from Apokolips!

Apokolips.

A dimension burning with eternal flames, filled with despair and wailing.

Upon the immense Throne forged from bones and steel, the Dark Lord Darkseid slowly opened his eyes, burning with Omega Beams.

Not long ago, a "gift" from Earth—a primitive civilization—had given him a flicker of "amusement" he had not felt in ages.

The biological weapon named "Doomsday" had considerable potential for evolution. Within just a few hours of being delivered to Apokolips, he had evolved more than a dozen times while fighting the Parademons, even coming close to the Throne at one point.

Of course, in the end, a single Omega Beam had erased him completely, leaving not even an atom behind.

What truly interested Darkseid was the "mortal god" who had sent that gift.

A strange being who possessed the power of a Kryptonian yet also commanded Apokolips's core technology—the Boom Tube.

"An intriguing variable."

Darkseid murmured, his voice echoing through the hellish palace.

He was in no hurry to descend in person. To a New God who had lived for hundreds of millions of years, time was the most meaningless thing of all. Before launching a war, he preferred to strip his opponent of every support first, then savor the sight of them struggling in despair.

"DeSaad."

At his summons, an ugly, hunched figure in a hooded robe emerged from the shadows beneath the Throne. He was Darkseid's most loyal servant, and the cruelest chief scientist on Apokolips.

"My master." DeSaad knelt humbly.

"That mortal is building his 'toy.'" Darkseid's gaze seemed to pierce dimensions, seeing the Orbital Shipyard rapidly taking shape in Earth's orbit. "I do not like my prey acquiring the means to escape before I make my move."

"Your will is the truth of the universe," DeSaad said obsequiously. "Shall we dispatch General