New Gods vs. Old Gods: Crushed by the Laws!

Boom!

A portal tore open in the square before the Temple on Themyscira. Before its golden edges had fully faded, a red-and-blue figure shot out like a cannonball.

It was Diana.

Her face held an urgency and fury she had never shown before. Eyes red, she stared at the towering figure who had already set foot on the Temple steps—Steppenwolf.

Her home was being ravaged.

Her sisters were fighting for their lives.

The bodies of Amazon warriors and the remains of Parademons littered the road to the Temple. The air reeked of blood and ozone. Queen Hippolyta held a sword and led the last of the Royal Guard in a faltering shield wall against Steppenwolf.

"Mother!" Diana cried in anguish. The Sword of Hephaestus blazed with God Power as she became a streak of golden lightning, driving straight for Steppenwolf's back.

Link, meanwhile, strolled out of the portal as though he had just finished a leisurely walk.

He looked around, his brow tightening almost imperceptibly.

Tch. What a mess.

The Amazons had fought bravely. Their formations were coordinated, and they showed no fear of death—a legacy worthy of Sparta. Unfortunately, against an overwhelming gap in technology and power, courage was worth next to nothing.

Steppenwolf did not even turn. He swung backward, sending his massive electric axe howling through the air and straight into Diana's path.

Clang!

The impact smashed Diana out of the air. She plowed a deep furrow through the hard White Marble square, and cracks spread across her Bracelets of Submission.

"Diana!" Queen Hippolyta cried.

"The bloodline of the Old Gods is feeble." Steppenwolf sneered. At last he reached the end of the Temple and saw the humming cube suspended above its pedestal.

The Mother Box.

He reached for it greedily, his eyes burning with the fervor