Pero looked at Ultraman, whom he had embedded in the concrete, and nodded in satisfaction.
He paid no more attention to the clone, whose survival was now up to fate. As sunlight shone on Ultraman, his horrific injuries actually began healing again at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"Whether you survive depends on how well you can absorb sunlight." Pero dusted off his hands.
As for the new drones Luthor had sent over, Pero could not even be bothered to look up.
He let them keep filming Ultraman.
After all, Luthor's crimes would come to light before long, and all this technology would probably be confiscated by the US government.
At that thought, Pero slowly rose from where he stood and hovered in midair.
He surveyed the city beneath him, which was being torn apart by a spatial rift.
The once-intact streets now looked as though they had been plowed a thousand times over. A purple-glowing fissure lay in the city center, and buildings kept toppling into it.
Through the eerie purple glow, Pero could still see the black hole beneath the rift. It looked exactly like the one he had seen in the pocket dimension.
Tsk. What a dreadful sight.
Luthor's lousy handiwork had made a complete mess of everything.
He raised his right hand in Superman's classic one-handed flying pose and streaked across the sky.
"Let me see..."
"What Clark, as written by Gunn, is going to do with Luthor."
The scene shifted to Luthor.
Outside LexCorp's flight control room.
Supporting Mister Terrific, whose mouth was stained with blood, Clark hovered outside the enormous viewing window against the howling wind.
Through the special glass, he could clearly see inside the ship.
He saw the mastermind behind this incident.
Luthor.
Inside the ship, Luthor seemed to