Bruce Wayne joins forces with Diana Prince and Jessica Kent to ensure that Superman's ultimate sacrifice is not in vain. The plan is to assemble a team of metahumans to protect the world from a potentially catastrophic threat. The task proves more d...
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IN an abandoned, nuclear city, Steppenwolf appeared from his portal with a deep breath of whatever scent was around.
"It's toxic..." He breathed it in one more time. "That's good." Him and his Parademon's walked inside the Nuclear plant with the Mother Box close to his chest. A giant slab of metal was placed in the middle by two Parademons. He pressed the mother box into the slab as it pulsated to life.
The barrier wasn't as strong as he would like, dark veins of evil budging from the sides of the plant as it stopped growing after a few minutes. Steppenwolf growled angrily.
He snatched a Parademon by the gullet before shoving it off into the air. "Go! Follow the scent of the Mother Boxes. Find the missing two. Once they are found, The Unity will be formed." The monster smirked evily. "This world will join the others." Steppenwolf kneed onto the floor. "He will be pleased... He will see my worth again."
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ARTHUR floated in front of the carcass of the king's throne.
He typically found himself there whenever his life got too loud. No one, whoever actually went looking for him, would think of going where he was. Until now. A bubble of air surrounded him, making Arthur's bare feet touch the ocean floor.
"King who would be man." Vulko started from behind Arthur. "Son of a human father and Queen of the Seas. All the time I've wasted trying to keep the promise I made to your mother."
Arthur rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Are you finished, old man?"
Vulko sighed. "You never sleep in the same place twice, yet you keep coming back here."
"I like it." Arthur shrugged. "It's quiet."
"It's your inheritance. You're the rightful king of Atlantis. Our people suffer."
"Your people." Arthur deflected. "A brutal, petty, superstitious race."
"Is the surface any different?" Vulko asked with a tilt of his head.
Arthur held his arms out. "Nobody calls me King of the Surface." He sighed to himself. "What do you want, Vulko?"
Vulko adjusted his footing. "Guards near the stronghold have been disappearing, snatchers from above."
"Talk to King Orm."
"Your brother?"
"Half-brother."
Vulko tightened his grip on Queen Atlanta's trident. "He's trying to fan the flames of war with the surface. He lies. The snatchers have come from the dark place. They're looking for it. The Mother Box. Our people guard is not safe." He held out the trident, motioning for Arthur to take it sternly. "Go to the stronghold of Atlantis. Protect the box. The time has come. Take up your mother's trident!"
