John frowned in thought. The tall Black man scratched his close-cropped hair, the muscles beneath his Green Lantern uniform bulging, yet he lacked Arthur's air of honest simplicity.
"So the Lantern Corps can't be counted on either. This universe seems to revolve around Earth, and the alien powers obey those fakes—the counterfeit Justice League—without question."
At that, John sighed helplessly.
"Hal used to tell me whenever he drank that the Lantern Corps was the Gestapo of the universe. Those little blue dwarves were each missing two tiny mustaches, and ninety-nine percent of aliens didn't give a damn whether Earth lived or died. Looks like he was right."
Kendra spread her hands and flexed her wings. "Then Thanagar is out too. Even if its ruler is still Hy'siarra, you're right. We can't rely on aliens."
After going around in circles, everyone's gaze ultimately settled on Diana.
Only her proposed method remained: contact the personification of the magical concept, the Upside-Down Man, and return themselves from the Multiverse level.
No one understood the Magic World better than she did. The only person who could refute her was herself.
But Diana was confident. She believed her plan would work. She had seen Deathstroke deal with the Upside-Down Man many times, and she herself had once traveled through a Dreaming portal.
Even if this really was the Sixth Dimension, the Main Control Room of the Multiverse, even if Perpetua had once hidden here, it was still within the Multiverse.
Compared to her former self, Diana had learned a great deal in these few short days. She understood far more than before about higher conceptual beings and Parallel World theory.
Not to mention magic. Though she was not a spellcaster, she had grown up on Paradise Island, received a royal education, and come into contact