The Power of Five Stones, the King Returns!

A figure slowly emerged from the Boom Tube.

He wore a tailored black coat and walked with ease, as though he were stepping out of his own backyard rather than through a gateway connecting two dimensions.

On his left hand was a fearsome, ornate dark-gold gauntlet.

Set into it were five gems of different colors, radiating a terrifying light that threw Earth's entire magnetic field into turmoil.

Purple represented pure power.

Blue represented the infinite reach of space.

Green represented the endless river of time.

Red represented the power to bend reality at will.

And there was a new, warm orange glow, representing the final resting place of every soul.

Link.

He was back.

Behind him, Harley Quinn poked her head out with childlike curiosity. When she saw the chaos engulfing New York below, she didn't look frightened. Instead, she gave an excited whistle. "Wow! Puddin', how long were we gone? They're throwing one hell of a party back home!"

Link ignored Harley's banter.

His gaze settled calmly on the thin figure hovering below.

Soul Perception activated.

In an instant, Ebony Maw's soul lay bare before him.

It was a cold, twisted flame of a soul, filled with sadistic desire and absolute loyalty. Powerful, yes, but to Link, it was a firefly flickering before the sun.

The hell? This thing thinks it can run wild on my turf?

Has Thanos run out of people? He sent me a toothpick.

A flicker of contempt crossed Link's mind.

The moment he appeared, Ebony Maw's vast telekinetic field, which had blanketed all of New York, vanished like a punctured balloon.

Tens of thousands of people and chunks of rubble held aloft by the field began to fall.

The heroes below cried out and prepared to throw themselves into the rescue, whatever the cost.