A Clash of Power in the Deep Sea!

"Subjects?"

Arthur Curry froze at the word, then flew into a rage.

He was the king of Atlantis, guardian of the Seven Seas. Since when did some stranger get to address him as if offering him charity?

"I don't need your help! And I'm not your subject!"

Arthur growled, his kingly presence surging. He would rather die fighting than bow to anyone.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Link shrugged, unbothered.

Admirable backbone.

Too bad that, against overwhelming power, backbone does nothing but let you die with a little dignity.

He ignored the prickly Aquaman and turned his attention to Kalibak.

"You're Darkseid's son?" Link looked him up and down as though appraising merchandise. "You look a little sturdier than that Steppenwolf fellow."

"You've seen Uncle Steppenwolf?" Surprise flashed through Kalibak's eyes before giving way to murderous fury. "What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing much," Link said evenly. "I took his weapon and cut off one of his arms. Now I'd like to see whether your collection is just as interesting."

"You're dead!"

Kalibak was thoroughly enraged.

He abandoned all restraint and drove his New God power to its limit. The seawater around him was instantly pushed back, forming a vast vacuum. Destructive energy gathered around the Beta Club in his hand, becoming a miniature sun that radiated terrifying light and heat.

"Die!"

Kalibak roared with enough force to shake the mountains of the seafloor. Wielding power that could destroy the entire city of Atlantis, he brought his club down on Link.

Arthur's pupils contracted. He instinctively tried to help, but the crushing pressure pinned him in place, unable to move.

All he could do was watch that "little sun" swallow Link.

Yet Link still stood where he was, without even a flicker of change in his expression.

He merely raised