Metropolis.
Inside the penthouse.
Krypto was carrying out his five-million-dollar super home-wrecking plan.
Pero stood before the window, his arms folded across his chest.
He watched Lex Luthor losing it in the distance.
Gunn... what the fuck were you trying to do?
Lex Luthor's characterization had completely fallen apart, hadn't it?
Was Lex Luthor this kind of lunatic?
Let's see what happened next.
The top floor of LexCorp.
Inside the control room.
In the time between the collapse of his Pocket Universe and his finally repairing it.
He had vanished.
Clark, the one who had destroyed his Pocket Universe, had actually disappeared.
"Coward!"
"You goddamn coward!"
Lex Luthor's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot.
"You want to hide? You want to crawl into your shell?!" he muttered at the control screen. "I won't let you have your way!!"
His hands began working the keyboard.
"I don't believe you can stay away!!"
Following the program he had set up yesterday, he activated the reversal protocol for the Pocket Universe portal.
He would use the pocket dimension's energy to tear Metropolis apart.
He refused to believe Clark would let Metropolis be destroyed.
Over the sea, a spatial rift advanced toward Metropolis like a world-devouring serpent crawling forward.
Wherever the rift passed, space began to warp, seawater was sucked into an unknown void, and buildings collapsed. For a time, wails filled the city.
Kansas.
The town of Smallville.
Kent Farm.
Warm sunlight fell softly across the faces of Clark and his adoptive father, Jonathan.
It stood in stark contrast to the apocalyptic scene in Metropolis.
Wearing a plain plaid shirt, Clark sat on the old bench outside the house, his adoptive father, Jonathan Kent, beside him.
His head was lowered, and he kept fiddling with a rough piece of wood.
His