This is it, the finale, where the world as we know it will never be the same again.

Chapter Thirty Five: Fate of Kandor Part Two.

The moment of truth was here as Clark found a way to send the Kandorians back home. They all popped off one by one, disappearing into the night.

The Book of RAO glowed as bright lights surrounded them all, and they left one by one. Perhaps it was just Clark's imagination running wild, but many of them seemed to be fairly relieved to be sent off into the night. Earth was not Krypton, no matter how much some of them tried to make the most of it.

Until there was only two standing on the roof. Zod's eyes locked with Clark and both of them kept staring each other down.

Panic resounded through the mind of Clark Kent, Kal-El, whoever he was, he was panicking. Zod was there but he should have been sent off with the rest of them. As a matter of fact, so would Clark but yet he felt something that was within Zod's coat. He reached forward towards him but Zod took a step back.

"I'm not going back, I'll be a god on this world where I'll be another insect on this New Krypton," Zod commented as Clark grabbed him around the shoulders as a bolt of lightning flashed in the background. Rain poured from the sky as Clark and Zod circled each other, both men staring each other down, with malicious intentions flickering through their eyes. There was a seconds pause.

"You're going back," Clark told him as he heard the crack of thunder but Zod's face contorted with a smile.

"You couldn't assert yourself against an army of ants, much less someone who was bred for conquest like me," Zod retorted in a nasty tone. "Earth needs someone who can lead them, they will suffer without it. In many ways, I'm doing this planet a favor. Can't you see that Kal-El?"

"I see it perfectly, I see that you're completely out of your mind," Clark fired back as he locked his eyes on Zod but the Major's smile continued to widen as there was a brief moment where he flickered his fingers over his secret weapon.

"Blue is an interesting color, isn't it?" Zod asked. "It can represent tranquility, peace, but it can also represent one other thing….and that's mortality."

"The Blue Kryptonite…it's keeping us from being brought back," Clark breathed.

"You are truly the son of Jor-El," Zod snarled in a mocking tone as he lunged forward and knocked Clark back with a vicious punch.

Clark was flung up into the air and he landed down onto the ground.

"The problem is, Kal-El, I don't need my powers to defeat you, you are a worthless worm who needs the yellow sun and its gifts to even lift your head," Zod remarked to him.

Zod rushed forward and gave a huge punt to Clark's head. His head rang with the force of foot across skull and the close proximity of the blue Kryptonite.

"One final lesson before I put you in the grave," Zod growled as he slammed his hands down on the back of Clark's head and tried to stab him with the knife but Clark blocked it with his hands. "There's no protectors to save you, no minders…they've all been taken out….and no Harry Potter to save you either."

Zod cracked Clark back against the edge of the building and tried to stab him but Clark used a discarded brick to break it.

"One final lesson, Son of Jor-El!" Zod yelled as a crack of lightning resounded in the background. "YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!"

This was emphasized as Zod kicked Clark and pushed him back, throwing him into the crystalized console causing his head to crack against it.

Punch, punch, punch!

"This is my moment of triumph, Jor-El refused to bring my son back from the dead, well I'll even the scales!" Zod bellowed in crazed insanity. "An eye for an eye, a son for a son, the House of El ends, and your cousin is next!"

Zod picked up Clark over his head with a surprising amount of strength and impaled him upon the crystal structure, ripping the Book of RAO from it. He picked up the crystals and slammed them down onto the head of Clark.

Lois looked up, she had been knocked for a loop in the fight earlier but she was not completely out. The daughter of General Sam Lane might be a bit beaten down but she was still standing. And as long as she could still stand, she could still fight and do the job that Harry assigned to her all of that time ago.

Lois offered a long and labored sigh as there was one strained thought that went through her mind as she bounced up, coughing slightly as she thought about it.

'Up, up, and away,' Lois thought to herself.

Clark was strangled by Zod.

"There won't be enough of you left to bury," Zod yelled as he doused his body in lighter fluid. "Without your powers, you burn as well as the next human and now with the Book of RAO gone…."

Zod took the blue Kryptonite dagger and tossed it over the side like an afterthought.

"I no longer need my insurance," Zod remarked as he laid a small chunk on Clark's chest to make sure he remained mortal. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you."

Lois picked up the blue Kryptonite dagger and without thinking, she rushed forward.

Zod turned around and blocked it with his hands and kicked Lois in the stomach, causing her to fly off of the side of the building.

Lois wasn't sure who caught her but the force of Zod's kick was enough to knock the wind out of her and cause her to pass out.

"Kill me and get it over with," Clark grunted as he struggled to get up.

"On your knees like the dog you are, pathetic," Zod stated with a sneer as he rolled Clark over and ground his nose into the pavement. "Pathetic…."

"No more than you," Clark breathed as he held the blue Kryptonite rock with his remaining strength and tried to go for one last ditch to attack him.

He smashed it in Zod's face, causing him to stagger back. He kicked Zod back and the two continued to brawl.

After that cheapshot, Zod took advantage, headbutting Clark and staggering him several steps.

"This may hurt me but it will be the death of you, son of El," Zod rasped as blood poured down from his forehead.

A green Kryptonite dagger, snatched from the League of Shadows, was going to be the end of him.

"And your adrenaline's worn off, hasn't it, a pity, you're weaker than ever," Zod taunted him with amusement dancing in his eyes.

Clark tried to pull the green Kryptonite dagger away and touched it with his hands. He felt his hands begin to blister the moment it touched his bare flesh.

"Little boys, shouldn't play with knives," Zod taunted Kal as he wrestled the knife away from him and slammed his elbow into a couple of times, causing him to stagger back in pain.

Zod disarmed Clark with precision and skill that one would expect from an experienced army commander. Then he took the knife and plunged it between Clark's ribs.

He was already burned, battered, with torn clothes and he gave a pained grimace.

"Bon voyage," Zod taunted, the grin across his face could not be more pronounced than it was immediately.

Heat vision met Clark as he gave a painful shriek as he flew off of the edge of the building.

Harry wondered how late he would be for this encounter. He was not in the best shape and he knew that it was a long term consequence of the way he'd restored his powers after the previous Death pulled them from him. He limped slightly as his leg dragged behind him but he kept his eyes pressed forward, ready to go up, up, and away.

'Harry, we've got a problem.'

Nothing good could come from those words being uttered, not at all. Now, Harry heard them from Chloe, who was the latest barer of bad news.

'The good news is that most of the Kandorians have been sent away…except for Clark and Zod,' Chloe informed him.

'That would be about right,' Harry said in a sarcastic tone with a very slight grimace as he kept his gaze locked up to the top of the tower.

'Yes….well….we've got bigger problems than that,' Chloe commented to him.

'Dare I ask what these bigger problems are?' Harry asked, already he was dreading what he was going to have to do, fighting Zod when his powers were fluctuating in a weird way.

'The Book of RAO may have torn a dimensional rift through time and space….actually there's no may about it, it has,' Chloe thought as she used the Shining Light Foundation's main computer as a way to lock onto the rift that was now developing over Metropolis. 'And I don't think that even you have the power to patch this one up and no that wasn't a challenge, so don't get any bright ideas.'

'I wouldn't dream about it, honey,' Harry remarked to Chloe with a slight wink and an even wider smile as the woman sighed with exasperation.

'Clark's….oh dear god!' Chloe yelled as she looked at the dot that was blinking. 'He's…..Harry, do you think that you could check your Lifeline reader or something?'

A request to check the Lifeline Reader, there was no question about that, that couldn't be good at all. Harry's smile left his face, of course it'd long since left the building.

He was not about to tell Chloe that he drained a fair bit of his power from all of the activities, although his stamina was one that could recover faster than most men. At least that's what resounded in the back of his mind, not to mention the thumping headache that accompanied these thoughts.

'Focus and do,' Harry thought to himself, frustration wrecking both his body and mind but he had a lot going through his brain.

He would figure out how to do this immediately or he would falter trying to do so. His heart hammered against the front of his chest like a dramatic drum beat and his green eyes flooded with a certain amount of dismay.

He had to figure out and lock onto the Lifeline Readings.

'Please tell me that Clark's not as doomed as I think that he is,' Chloe thought.

'I would like to tell you that he's fine, but…..it would make a liar out of me,' Harry thought to Chloe, trying to keep his wits about himself even though at this point, he was running out of ways to keep himself supremely calm and not to mention fairly sane.

He had to try to do so.

'Okay….you're….yeah I know this seems bad,' Chloe said nervously to him. 'But maybe you could save him.'

'Yes….I suppose I have to,' Harry remarked as he saw where the Kandorians were, at least of almost ten minutes ago.

Harry felt almost like he was dragging himself out of the grave to fight these enemies. He limped slightly and his head hung to the side like a limp noddle. He shook his head and took a deep breath. There was one slight thought that went through his mind.

'Focus.'

Harry wondered if he subconsciously handicapped himself to make his battles more challenging and thus potential triumphs even more amazing. The real thrill was in the chase after all, or so they said.

He thought of Kara and the future that they would have.

And they would have a future.

It wouldn't be with Zod in it, however. That much Harry could take to the bank. It was time to force that final confrontation.

His breath heightened through him as a pained grimace filled his body.

'It's time,' Harry thought, wondering if that declaration had never had a tone of finality to it as it did now.

A young archer stood as she watched the chaos. She wondered how she got drawn into this in the first place but she supposed that it was in her nature to atone for what happened in the past regarding her family.

The blonde's hair swung back and forth across her face as she blew on her hair and there was a prominent sigh that went over her face. She felt a knot cross her stomach as she paused as everything that went around her.

Her name was Artemis Crock…..although that didn't matter right now to her. She dressed in green attire and was very annoyed about one thing. When people saw her, they assumed that she was Green Arrow, even though all they shared was a similar taste of colors, blonde hair, and the gimmick that they used.

Artemis saw the archer in question down on the ground and she saw him roll over. Blood poured from his mouth.

"So….you're the other one," the Green Arrow managed as he could barely lift his head. He suffered a horrific attack.

"I want to make one thing perfectly clear, we might share a similar gimmick, but we're nothing alike," Artemis remarked as she allowed the hood to cover her face and there was so much pain through her eyes.

"The green attire, blonde hair, arrows, and a potentially tragic back story to go along with it all….don't….think we're alike at all," Arrow said to her in a weak voice.

"You're in no place to quip, especially if you want my help to get out of here," Artemis remarked as she turned around. "Your friend took a nasty spill."

"Was that before or after you pumped him full of Kryponite arrows?" Green Arrow asked.

"I did what I had to do, Oliver," Artemis told him with a smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Oliver said in protest as he tried to mask himself but he had a very notable handicaps on him. His busted ribs were sore as he tried to sit up but he collapsed down onto the ground. The archer hovering above him, well she had a certain level of amusement in her eyes and it was obvious that she was enjoying seeing him shift in a slight amount of discomfort.

"Your denial is amusing to me," Artemis whispered to him with a smile crossing over her lips. "It's obvious if anyone puts together the pieces. Queen Industries manufactures all kinds of trick arrows that you use in your crime fighting. It's almost like you want to admit to what you're doing without even admitting to doing anything."

Oliver's eyes flashed, he hated when people had a point, especially the females of the species. Regardless, he kept his head up and his mind calm and clear.

"So you've done your homework, congratulations," Oliver said tensely. "So has Harry Potter hooked you up with the arsenal or…."

"No, he hasn't," Artemis responded, wondering where he could have gotten that idea. "Never mind…."

"We've got a problem."

Oliver saw Shayera, Diana, and Zatanna arrive. He knew better than to make a flippant comment. Karen arrived next in full Power Girl mode.

"So what's your story?" Karen asked as she looked at Artemis. "You're her, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm her," Artemis confirmed to Karen although her gaze was tentative at best. She was not a part of this League, she worked well alone. "And as for The Blur or whatever the hell he's called this week, the meteor rock arrows were self-defense. He would have killed me if I hadn't fired."

"I know but….have you seen him lately?" Karen asked but there was an explosion in the alleyway.

Clark was on edge of life and death, his face and chest was burned from the attacks and blood soaked down his face. He could barely sit up, his ribs were bruised in every which way imaginable.

"I could have sworn that I heard that he was invulnerable," Artemis whispered.

"He's…..it's been burned into his chest, "Zatanna breathed heavily.

Lois turned up, staggering and her eyes glazed over in agony and desperation.

"You can get it out, can't you?" Lois asked, her frustration mounting through her eyes.

Zatanna shook her head. "Not without killing him but this is the ultimate Catch-22 type situation, if we take it out, we'll kill him. But if….we don't take it out….it will kill him."

"I….do what we have to do, but Zod's up there and….has anyone seen Harry in all of this?" Karen asked.

'Zod's the least of our worries, remember the crisis,' Chloe thought to them.

Oliver managed to force himself up into a standing slump although his internal injuries and broken bones indicated that he was not going to be standing up on his own accord for long. Diana took pity on him and tried to help him.

"We need to get you to a hospital," Diana told him but Oliver shook his head.

"It's merely a flesh wound," he protested to her but his feet dragged underneath him and his knees felt ready to buckle.

"Yeah, sure," Shayera said with a roll of her eyes as she saw Zod up above the building. She was half tempted to smash him on principle.

"We should take him out now," Karen said to them but she sighed as she recalled the crisis that was happening around them.

"Getting everyone out of the city should be our first priority," Diana said as she looked up nervously, although she wondered how feasible it would to escort everyone out of the city before the meteors started to fall. The dark haired woman brushed her hand over the top of her head and nerves racked through her body as she prepared herself for the next step.

"Yes first priority, although are you sure this meteor shower is going to break through the dimensional barrier?' Zatanna asked, not wanting to take certain steps to ensure that people would move it. Although there was knot that appeared in her stomach that caused her frustration and more worry.

"Yes, I'm certain," Chloe remarked. "In forty seven minutes, there's another meteor shower that's going to hit Metropolis and there's no way for anyone to stop it."

'I can stop it.'

Harry's stubborn declaration was heard by all of his bond mates but first he had to stop Zod.

It lasted only a moment but Zod took a few seconds to bask in his moment of triumph, the ultimate glory that he felt. Everything flickered through his eyes and his mind became open, more clear now than it ever was before and it ever will be again. His grin did not falter for a second as his arms crossed each other and he waited.

The son of Jor-El suffered a humiliating defeat at his hands, going down in a burning heap, as he expected. Zod replayed the moment in his mind's eye again and again, analyzing it from every angle possible. It was truly a thing of beauty and he soaked himself in the epitome of everything, basking in the glow, basking in everything. The smile that crossed his face was sinister and almost perfect. It was more glorious than anything that he ever experienced through his entire life.

"You really think you've won, don't you?"

Zod spun around and saw Harry Potter, bruises on his face, dried up blood all over his body, standing in front of him. He had a slight limp although the emerald eyed wizard disguised it. His hand was placed on the side of his head as he sunk his leg down on the ground. It nearly collapsed and rolled underneath him but somehow he stood up.

The Major's smile widened over his face. "The thought….it did cross my mind."

"You think you can defeat me, but you're one thing, that's wrong, very wrong," Harry said as he stepped towards him and summoned his full power. "You're nothing but a replication of the original, something that should have been sent on a long time ago."

"You think you're fitting to judge me because you have some fancy title, you fancy yourself as something high and mighty, don't you, Harry Potter?" Zod asked in a fairly mocking tone of voice as he stared down his adversary. Both sets of eyes locked onto each other as they circled each other.

"It's not what I think that matters," Harry told Zod after a few moments pause and sure enough, his hand was reared back. "It's what I know to be true."

Zod dodged out of the way, his powers stronger than ever, not to mention his ego. He drew his fist back and tried to attack Harry with a full force punch.

He dodged the attack and Harry jumped behind him. Flaming daggers appeared but Zod got onto the ground, ducked, and rolled underneath the nasty barrage. He enjoyed a challenge more than anything, because the son of Jor-El did not give any challenge.

"I might have broken Clark Kent, but it was you who pushed him to the brink with your games and your plans," Zod taunted him.

Harry was not in the mood to hear these words from Zod, although there might have been some degree of truth to them, it did not matter to Harry. It did not matter to him in the slightest, all he wanted to do was go toe to toe with Zod, go face to face with the man who stood in his way.

"You can't defeat me any sooner then he did, not on your own, not with some omniscient force pulling your strings," Zod taunted him in a slimy manner.

Harry flipped over the top of Zod's head and fired his heat vision at the back of Zod's head. Zod's heat vision blocked his and the two beams connected with each other.

Harry used Zod's distraction to send a cutting curse at him but the cutting curse was dodged. Zod kept ducking and rolling, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Come on, you know….one more round, let's go," Zod called.

Harry rushed Zod but he dodged the attack.

Zod was circling his prey like a demented shark or perhaps a vulture of some sort. Regardless he went around and around in a circle. Harry and Zod stared each other down and Harry's heart beat got louder as he kept going for another attack.

He jabbed his hand at the ground and turned Zod around, kicking his leg out from underneath him. Zod was flipped head over heels and sent off the side of the building.

Harry knew that would only deter Zod for a few seconds, that man did have the ability to fly after all.

With a loud boom, he popped back up and flew at Harry like a bat out of hell.

Harry dodged and nailed him in the back of the head. He summoned a few bolts of energy and brought them down on Zod's head.

The building they fought on, abandoned as it was, was giving away to some kind of structural weakness. Both of them swayed back and forth on the building above the city. Neither was willing to give up their attempts to take the other down.

"Come on, come on!" Zod yelled to Harry, taunting him.

The two pushed back and forth, it was like a demented and twisted game of tug of war that neither was about to lose.

A bright flash of light resounded.

'Don't worry about me, get as many people out of here as you can,' Harry said to them frantically.

If Zod was in the city when the meteors went off, it would be easier to take him down. Harry bent on his knee and propelled himself up in the air. He jumped up and slammed both of his knees in the back of Zod's head.

Zod reached for another knife but Harry turned it into a rubber chicken. The emerald eyed wizard pushed it out of his hand with another swift kick and he twisted around, and with a huge pop, knocked it out of his hand.

'Harry, clear, unless you want to get flattened by the meteors,' Chloe thought frantically.

'Flattened by….HARRY GET OUT OF THERE NOW!' Kara yelled to him losing her head.

It was a foolish last second attempt as Harry kept nailing Zod with a series of punches and kicks, along with an odd magical attack to keep him off balance.

He would pull out at the very last second. Zod would be buried and someone needed to make sure the meteors did not hit populated areas

Energy surrounded the area around Metropolis and there was a few seconds where Harry paused as he waited for the other shoe to drop. He continued the brawl with Zod.

"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish with this, I've destroyed the Book of RAO and the Console, so there's no way to get rid of me," Zod taunted him.

"Give me a little credit about how creative I can be," Harry fired back at Zod as there was a loud boom that could be heard about them.

'Please tell me….please tell me that you're getting most of these people out,' Harry thought to them as he continued his rumble with Zod high above the Metropolis streets.

'Yeah, most of them, although convincing them is like pulling teeth….and there are some that won't leave unless I club them over the head and drag them out of the city limits,' Karen thought to him.

'Yeah, do that,' Harry breathed to his brides as he dodged the attack and Zod continued to get up in his face. Harry fought him off.

Harry thought that time was running out, maybe for him, maybe for the rest of the world, maybe for Metropolis, he had no idea but it was running out for someone.

He knew that he could protect the people but the city, that was another matter entirely.

Zod grabbed Harry by the throat but he sent him flying, blasting the Major back with a huge spell.

Harry was going to pull out some of the most potent spells that he knew, at least so he could knock Zod down. His wrist ached a tiny bit as he pushed himself forward. There was a few seconds where his eyes closed tight but then he opened them back up to properly focus.

Magically amplified heat vision lured Zod right underneath the point.

'Golden dot….fucking Herald rules,' Harry thought but he knew that while he couldn't directly kill Zod, the meteor shower would not break that rule.

"Are we playing…"

A loud explosion echoed and a large piece of meteor rock about the size of a van flew towards Harry and Zod.

Zod was bent over, although Harry managed to stand up. The smile crossing his face was obvious.

"No…it won't end….this way," Zod grunted as he pulled out another dagger that he had concealed in his boot and tried to stab Harry.

Harry blocked it and knocked Zod back with a series of punches with magical energy channeled through them, he was picking him apart piece by piece, taking him apart, and putting him back together the wrong way.

BOOM!

Another explosion and more meteor rocks, this time of a slightly smaller variety poured in through the portal.

'Well this might fucking suck,' Harry said in a pained tone but Zod grabbed onto his throat and the two struggled with each other.

Karen tried to get in but Diana held her back.

"No, Harry will make it out…."

Clark staggered to his feet, despite the damage that was given to him.

"Got to….finish Zod," Clark managed, despite the fact that the Kryptonite was killing him.

"You can't…."

Clark staggered forward but he collapsed in the middle of the street just as several huge chunks of Kryptonite shot from the sky onto him.

'HARRY I HOPE YOU'RE WITH US!' Karen yelled frantically as she could almost sense Kara nervously biting on her nails.

Zod and Harry were surrounded by a ring of Kryptonite and it was raining around it. Thanks to its unique chemical compound, Harry could not transfigure the things, although he felt a stabbing pain. It was not because of the Kryptonite, it was because of Zod stabbing him in the throat.

"I've won," Zod breathed.

"No," Harry rasped to him as the blood stained the blade and he collapsed, but with his last ounce of energy, he grabbed Zod and threw him onto the largest pile of Kryptonite.

Harry collapsed in the middle of the street and they saw a large spaceshift crash through three sets of buildings and then it landed with an impact onto the edge of the car.

The shape ship landed a ways away from the Kryptonite that rained down from the sky and Harry rolled over, seeing a blurry image.

He could have sworn that he saw someone exit the ship but he blacked out immediately, his arms twitching and his legs twitching as he had a spasm.

The dust cleared in the middle of Metropolis although the meteors kept giving a faint and eerie glow. The entire city was being flattened by the rubble that flew in every single direction.

The bodies of Zod, Clark, and Harry were missing from where the meteors landed.

The ship rested firmly in the middle of Metropolis and there was a few seconds where it remained calm, or at least as calm as it ever was going to be. There was a click, click, click of the ship as it opened.

The smoke cleared as a figure stepped out of the ship. She looked from one side to the next, like a dear in the headlights as she poked her head up.

She was sixteen years old with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, with blue ragged clothes wrapped around her lithe frame. She did not speak any language known to the people of Earth. This was not even her dimension but thanks to a glitch in time and space, she made her way here. She took a few tentative steps forward although nerves racked her stomach.

She was Kara Zor-El of an alternate Earth and she had no idea what she was going to be brought into.

Another blonde flew from the sky and she landed with a krupuk. The last thing she knew was that she'd been thrown off a bridge by some nutcase in a Goblin costume. There was only one thing that was on her mind. The twenty one year old female stood, scared, nervous, whatever you'd want to say. She also had what appeared to be a sticky rope like substance wrapped around her ankle.

There was only one response to this, one of the nine people who had been transported from this universe of Marvels….so to speak. Some of them had been of the attractive female variety, others had been of the more unsavory variety.

Gwendolyn Marie Stacy, Gwen to her friends, stood there alone, unknowing of the fact that she had been gifted powers by a source far greater than life itself. Right now, she had one thing to say to the world.

"DAMN YOU PETER PARKER!"

She was one of the nine from that world that had been sent through the riff between time and space.

She was one of the attractive female Heralds of Death that had been sent through the portal.

There was another person, dressed in black and red as he turned around. He had guns all over his body, armed to the hilt.

"This doesn't look like the Golden Girls fan convention," he commented as he consulted the signs, although most of them had been smashed by the flying meteor rocks. "Guess I should have made a right turn at Albuquerque."

He looked up and smiled.

"I wonder if they have any chimchangas," Deadpool said as he took a huge step forward.

He was one of them brought from the universe of Marvels, true believers, and he was not of the attractive female kind.

"Who the hell are you, Stan Lee?" Deadpool asked to the air. "Did you really need a cheap gimmick for Book Three that you had to bring the Merc with the Mouth in? Not that I blame you, we'll bring in the fangirls in droves, Author Boy. But why the Marvel characters?"

Deadpool paused.

"Oh no you're so not going to dodge the question with a scene break!" Deadpool exclaimed but he paused as his eyes squinted forward. "Ah, I guess you are….mother…bear."

Death of the Endless thought of all that they did to salvage together a plan that had been doomed from the start. Lara and Lily stood next to her, they knew that two souls were in peril, broken, and shattered. They mourned in a way that only two mothers could.

"It's time to try and figure out what we could make with the broken pieces," Death of the Endless said in a cryptic voice.

Outside of Metropolis, a young man with piercing green eyes and long shoulder length hair that was completely straight. He stood as the sun rose.

'From chaos, there breeds opportunity,' he thought.

Harrison Luthor arrived from Earth Two. The destruction of Metropolis and the battered life it left brought great promise for him to take his opportunity. Five figures stood in the shadows indicated that he did not come alone.

They would need a savior.

Darkness loomed through the edge, something far greater, and far malevolent than anyone could imagine.

The Apokolips was coming.

All would burn and cower before his might.

"Let the recombination process begin."

To Be Continued in Herald of Death Book Three.

For the record, I will try and get the Director's Notes out on this chapter later this evening, because there are a few things that I have to discuss. Book Three Begins on October 29th 2013 though and will be thirty chapters.