As Darkseid asked his question, the atmosphere immediately grew heavy.
Omega Energy surged around the New God before them like flames, while the ground rapidly cracked apart beneath his feet. Fine fragments and dust rose into the weightless environment, swirling into tornado-like shapes as though stirred by invisible currents.
"Do you think your brother would die so easily?"
Su Ming's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the Cosmic Tyrant's face. The gray giant was expressionless, but he knew Darkseid was merely speculating. Highfather was someone Darkseid could never ignore. The more he valued him, the more he would imagine possibilities.
"You prepared Sepulk in advance as an Ark. So what about your brother, who is also a New God aware of the prophecy?"
Darkseid fell silent for a moment. Indeed, he had no way of knowing whether Highfather was truly dead. As brothers, the two were practically two sides of the same coin. Dying and reviving, reviving and dying—such things were child's play to them.
"Then it seems what you know is more valuable. But none of that matters. Now let me see how you intend to face this inevitable defeat, how you intend to resist me, a god. I understand humans. You always cling to hollow ideals or pathetic convictions, always unwilling to accept defeat. But now, those Carrion Eaters cannot find where we are, and I have already broken your killing move."
Su Ming raised his greatsword. Only the Nightfall Greatsword plated with Tenth Metal could be considered a threat to Darkseid. Strangle extended tendrils from the back of his hand, wrapping tightly around the weapon in its host's grip like strips of cloth.
"Then you should also know that humans have never lacked the courage to risk their lives."
Rainbow Cosmic Energy rose from Deathstroke's body. Space