Tens of thousands of miles away, on Themyscira.
The night breeze over the Aegean Sea carried salty moisture up from the reefs below the cliffs, setting the bronze wind chimes hanging from the temple colonnade tinkling.
Moonlight poured through a gap in the clouds, bathing the row of white marble columns in a cold, silvery sheen and casting a long shadow behind the golden figure at the center of the altar.
Diana Prince knelt on one knee on the stone platform in the middle of the altar, the skirt of her golden armor spread around her feet. Scorch marks and cracks from the battle in Sendai still marred her silver bracers.
The sea breeze stirred her long, dark hair. Her pale blue eyes gazed straight at the thirty-foot statue of Zeus before the altar, a lingering gravity churning in their depths.
Queen Hippolyta stood in the shadows beside the altar, her silver-white hair pinned atop her head, her dark blue eyes as deep and still as two frozen ancient wells.
She clutched a bronze message cylinder she had just taken from the statue's base. The divine markings on its surface still glimmered with the last trace of dark gold light.
"His Majesty Zeus has delivered an oracle."
"You must receive it in person."
Diana's eyelashes trembled.
She rose and walked to the worn, polished sacrificial stone before the statue, accepting the bronze cylinder from Hippolyta with both hands.
The cylinder felt faintly hot in her hands. Its divine markings pulsed twice between her fingers, then slowly unfurled into a line of Ancient Greek suspended in midair.
The words burned with dark gold light, each letter seeming to be carved into the air itself.
"Diana Prince."
"In the name of the king of the gods of Olympus, you are commanded to