Things had become different from before, yet many of the people living within it had not noticed.
The future had been changed, and people had survived because of it. But what had they lost, or gained? No one knew.
Some were seen as saviors, some as demons, but when the two identities became one, they turned into another concept.
Chaos.
Ordinary people did not need to think too much. They only needed to survive, while those in higher positions often saw a broader picture.
The shattering of the Source Wall, Perpetua's defeat, and then the end of The Batman Who Laughs—all of it had been driven by unseen hands, pushing the Multiverse to a new frontier.
When the clever ones discovered that beyond that frontier was no longer a void, but another blue ocean, they were filled with joy at its beauty and infinite possibilities.
A brand-new perspective, countless brand-new multiversal worlds, filled with the rhythms and stories of life, expanding without end.
This was the beginning of everything to come.
"So the thing you needed me to see was that Darkseid escaped."
In a corridor saturated with red light, the Mercenary in black-and-yellow armor stood at a doorway, one hand braced against the frame.
Darkseid, the Cosmic Tyrant, had resided here in a special capacity during the past days. Strictly speaking, he had not been a prisoner, but more like a landlord whose territory had been occupied by a tenant.
Even though matters had come to an end, with The Batman Who Laughs completely erased by the Holy Spear and Lucifer, greater threats still remained in the void. Darkseid should not have been unaware of that.
"Perhaps we should take some coercive measures against him." The Adjutant walked behind Deathstroke, her black gown trailing behind her. Her voice was