The Sorcerer Supreme's Final Gambit!

Diana's god power had been taken. She could no longer fight.

The Godkiller armor—the crowning achievement of Bruce's ingenuity, built with the finest technology mortals could muster—was little more than an expensive toy before such overwhelming power. It had been torn apart with ease.

Cyborg and The Flash watched the hopeless scene unfold, their will to fight nearly shattered. They knew it was over.

Link ignored the two "old friends" on the ground who no longer posed a threat. His gaze passed over them and settled on the very back of the defensive line.

Only one person remained standing there.

Stephen Strange.

The Sorcerer Supreme watched Link approach, one unhurried step at a time. Link looked less like a man advancing on an enemy than one coming to claim his prize.

The anger and grim resolve had vanished from Doctor Strange's face. In their place was an almost otherworldly calm. He slowly closed his eyes, as though making his final farewell.

Then his eyes snapped open. In their depths burned the fire of a man resolved to sacrifice everything.

Link, I admit it. In raw power and in wielding the laws, I lost.

But in my domain, in the realm of time... I am God!

"Link!"

Doctor Strange shouted. His voice was no longer hoarse. It rang with a power and authority it had never held before.

He raised the Eye of Agamotto high from where it hung on his chest and poured the last of his god power into activating it!

"I saw fourteen million six hundred and five futures..."

"In every one of them, we lost."

"But this is our only chance!"

Hummm—!

The Eye of Agamotto opened completely. The emerald-green Stone within, as though it held every secret of time in the universe, erupted with a brilliance