As Starman's left hand slowly dropped to his side, a ray of starlight shone down on him from the void, enveloping him like a pillar of light. Then, the stars filling the sky began to sparkle.
Luthor frowned. His eyebrows had long since disappeared, so now there were only two fleshy grubs.
He felt that Starman's movements were anything but ordinary. To be able to draw a response from the stars themselves, this was probably some truly formidable move.
"Mother?"
The bald man asked Perpetua uneasily. Even when Deathstroke had instantly vaporized that enormous sea beast during Earth's Submergence, it had not caused such a spectacle.
Yet Perpetua merely pretended to yawn, reaching up to toy with the planetary necklace around her neck. As she listened to the creatures in those miniature universes scream as they died, she could not have cared less.
As though everything Starman did was beneath her notice, she parted her lips and replied:
"His energy comes from The Totality, and The Totality is merely a 'shell' I created to resist the pressure of the Source Wall. Do you think he can use my own power against me? Even the light of the stars can only obey my commands!"
"As expected of you, my great goddess." Luthor immediately flattered her, earning a smile from Perpetua.
But Starman was not intimidated by the enemy's indifference. Instead, he began explaining just how terrifying this move of his was.
"Perpetua, according to Batwoman's analysis, all your power comes from seven kinds of Dark Power of Creation. And you never realized that this was your greatest weakness."
The Goddess tilted her head and considered it. It did sound somewhat plausible. However, only another seven Powers of Creation could counter those seven powers, and those were God's authority. They had only