The photographs spanned almost a full century, but whether in a black-and-white print from 1918 or a high-definition snapshot from the twenty-first century, this woman's face had not changed in the slightest!
There was no aging, no wrinkles. Time had stopped completely for her.
Lex Luthor drew a deep breath and turned to the second page of the file with slightly trembling fingers.
The yellowed paper was densely covered with terms compiled from ancient texts and ruins around the world.
Among them, the words "Amazons" and "Old Gods" stood out with particular sharpness.
And in the very center of the page, Lex Luthor had heavily circled one name with a red marker, pressing hard enough to mark the back of the paper-Ares!
As he studied this top-secret information about mythology, war, and immortality, Lex Luthor's facial muscles, already taut under the pressure Solomon had put on him, began to twitch and contort uncontrollably.
To deal with an unreasonable Supe, he would use the gods of legend as a counterbalance.
Whatever Solomon's origins, as long as these gods and monsters beyond mortal comprehension slaughtered one another, the ultimate victor would surely be humanity, possessed of supreme intelligence!
An utterly deranged smile, brimming with a desire for destruction, spread unchecked across Lex Luthor's pale face.
"Hahaha... hahahahaha!"
In the ruined office, amid the howling wind, Lex Luthor laughed aloud like a madman who had glimpsed the truth of the apocalypse.
"Fight, then! Tear each other apart! Gods, aliens, Supes... this world just keeps getting more interesting!"
Early the next morning, a bombshell announcement capable of triggering a global financial tsunami rocked the entire world without warning.
"LexCorp has officially been renamed Vought International!"
The news was like a nuclear bomb, seizing the front pages of every major media outlet worldwide within mere