Kalibak and Desaad of Multiverse 1 did not get along, because the latter had actually stolen his right to command troops. The one in this Multiverse 2 was probably much the same. That was why he had been sitting on the throne watching the show.
Bound by Darkseid's orders, he could not clash with Desaad, but watching that nuisance die was not a problem.
The moment Desaad died, he decisively surrendered. After all, the general had been killed in seconds; he himself would certainly fare no better.
Besides, falling into the hands of humans who could communicate was obviously far better than being captured by the Evil Thought Nobles.
Those indescribable monsters would only turn all living beings into rotten-flesh monsters. All day long, they did nothing but fight, make incomprehensible noises, and devour one another, becoming ever more decayed and foul-smelling.
Kalibak rather liked his yellow fur and lion head. He did not want to die, nor did he want to be disfigured.
Moreover, his father's plan had already succeeded. He had escaped, and Kalibak only needed to do what he had been told.
Perhaps the true Darkseid would soon return, and the Hand of the Void's doom would arrive.
His father's true power far exceeded anyone's imagination. Even the Hand of the Void above the Multiversal Level would not be his father's match!
And before leaving, his father had finally acknowledged him and allowed him to call him Dad. Even now, he was still immersed in the joy of that.
As for the kindly old granny leaning on her weapon nearby?
She was actually a fake. The real old woman had died in battle long ago. This one was just an ordinary person brought in for appearances; aside from smiling kindly, she could do nothing.
"So Darkseid of