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Hal Jordan's yellow light coiled into a massive claw, swiping at him with serrated edges. Jason leaned under it, boots grinding against metal flooring, hands shooting up to grab the construct. The fear-forged energy screeched under his grip, cracking. Hal's eyes widened—then Jason ripped the construct apart with raw force and launched himself forward.
Hal barely formed a shield before Jason's fist smashed through it and collided with his chest. The Yellow Lantern was thrown back across the courtyard, armor cracking, breath ripped from his lungs.
"C'mon, tough guy," Jason muttered, rolling his shoulder as Hal floated back up, rage twisting his face.
Raven struck then.
Dark tendrils tore through the air, latching onto Jason's arms and legs, trying to restrain him while shadowy runes formed beneath his feet. Her voice was cold, merciless. "You should have stayed in your cell."
Jason snarled and pulled—muscles bulging, the ground cracking beneath him. With one brutal heave, he shattered her bindings. She lifted her hand again, chanting—Jason was already in front of her.
His knee crashed into her stomach, lifting her off the ground. Before she could recover, he grabbed her cloak, spun, and slammed her spine-first into the concrete. She gasped, magic flickering around her fingers. He raised a fist—then paused, knuckles inches from her face.
"I said stay down."
But Hal didn't listen.
Yellow chains shot around Jason's throat and torso, yanking him back. Hal descended with a spear of fear energy, eyes bloodshot. "Kneel or I tear you apart!"
Jason grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled hard, dragging Hal forward like hauling a fish on a line. Jason's fist met Hal's jaw mid-air, snapping his head to the side. Before Hal could fall, Jason slammed him into the ground face first, knee on his spine.
Hal coughed blood, growling through his teeth. "You…filth…"
Jason didn't respond. He tightened his grip around Hal's wrist...hard enough to make bones creak but didn't break it. "You're not worth that."
Raven, floating back up with dark wings blooming behind her, screamed in fury and launched a wave of black flame. Jason barely raised an arm to block—his skin burned slightly, but he pushed through anyway and tackled her mid-air, pinning her against the wall. She tried to mutter an incantation, and Jason covered her mouth with his hand.
"I told you once."
She froze, eyes full of hatred and fear. Then he released her, letting her drop to one knee.
"Come at me again...And I won't be so merciful..."
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Dr. Fate hovered above the courtyard, golden sigils swirling around his hands as Hawkman dove at him, mace crackling with Nth metal energy.
KLANG!
Fate conjured a glowing shield, blocking the strike. Hawkman roared, savage and unhinged, swinging again and again. Fate answered not with rage—but precise, surgical blasts of mystic force that shoved Hawkman back, wings tearing grooves in the floor as he skidded.
....
Firestorm clashed with Cyborg near the shattered guard towers.
"You freaks don't get to walk out," Cyborg snarled, arm transforming into a high-power plasma cannon. He fired—a searing blue beam.
Firestorm caught it, redirected it to the sky, and fired a nuclear burst in return. Cyborg's shield flickered under the impact as flames scorched the walls around them.
"You're outdated tech, tin-man!" Firestorm yelled.
Cyborg replied with a cannon blast aimed straight for his head.
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Mr. Terrific stood beside the glowing gateway, T-spheres orbiting defensively. One hand held a broken guard rifle; his other typed furiously on the floating holographic panel stabilizing the portal.
"Inmates! Move! NOW!"
Drones descended from the ceiling—automatic turrets firing stun rounds. Terrific's T-spheres intercepted them, firing concussive blasts. Guards attempted to rush the portal—Terrific elbowed one in the jaw, disarmed another, and sent a third flying with an energy pulse.
Behind him, dozens of prisoners sprinted through the portal to freedom.
"Keep moving!" he shouted. "I can't hold this thing forever!"
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Jason glanced back and saw Mr. Terrific's final nod: the last of the prisoners vanished through the wavering aperture. He didn't hesitate.
"Fate. Firestorm. Join Terrific and go through that portal. You too, Terrific. Keep it open for one minute. I won't be late." His voice was a command, dry and patient.
Fate and Firestorm surged forward, golden and incandescent; Terrific's T-spheres hummed as he stepped through. The ring of energy pulsed like a heartbeat. Jason twisted on his heel just as Hal's hammer smashed down where he'd stood — he ducked, rolled, and launched himself back on the balls of his feet.
"Domain Expansion: Melovelant Shrine."
Reality folded like a paper map.
The courtyard vanished. Concrete became black, glass became water underfoot that held their weight as if mocking the laws of nature. Far behind, a lacquered Shinto shrine rose—blood-red torii pierced an infinite sky, lanterns swinging though there was no wind. The shrine's eaves seemed to drip shadows; the whole place breathed with a patient, ancient hunger. A scent like cold iron and old grief hung in the air.
Hal's yellow constructs froze mid-flight. Raven's tendrils thinned as if struck by an unseen blade. Cyborg's HUD stuttered, then went dark. Hawkman's wings beat against a new kind of vacuum and he spat a curse of surprise. They all found themselves rooted to the same truth: something fundamental had changed, and it obeyed Jason.
Jason stood in the center like a dark sun. His silhouette was calm, effortless authority in the ruin of a world that had tried to break him.
"Now then," he said, voice low and clear. "I'll say it once. Who among you here wants to stand down? This will be the last warning."
Silence. Then, with a howled tirade of rage, Hawkman dove—screaming, mace raised, fury unbalanced and desperate.
It ended worse than any of them expected.
Jason met him and the courtyard answered in a single, clean motion. Bone, metal, feather and armor split as if the world itself obeyed a blade's will. Hawkman's body came apart—four ragged segments—each falling in a small, terrible arc. He struck the concrete and went still.
"—" The sound was a silence thick enough to choke on.
Cyborg's analysis failed for him where it had not failed for others. He scanned, recalibrated, hit diagnostics—nothing complied. "What the hell is this… I can't analyze it," he managed, a tremor in the words.
Raven sank to her knees, dark smoke spilling from the tips of her fingers. The word left her like a confession and a curse: "Magic… the worst kind… full of hatred and evil… cursed…"
Hal pushed, yellow power blooming into monstrous shapes—four gunships tearing across the field, rockets spitting, miniguns chattering, the air a raw furnace of violent intent. He poured the Lantern's will into a crushing onslaught.
Everything collapsed before the shrine.
Rockets and miniguns were shredded into confetti mid-flight. The gunships themselves were cleaved in half like toys. Trains that had been ripped from tracks thundered toward Jason—two iron monsters barreling at him from opposite sides—and were sliced into jagged, immobile ruins before they closed the distance. Every assault stopped short as if it had met a blade no eye could see.
Jason didn't move like a man fighting to win. He moved like a judge delivering sentence. Hal's head rolled across the concrete—yellow energy sputtered, then died. It thumped and came to rest, disconnected. The courtyard tasted of ozone and copper.
"HAL!!!" Cyborg screamed, raw, accusing. "You are crazy! Do you know what you've done? Superman will end you—he will destroy you! I don't know who you truly are, but this will end with your death!"
Jason's sigh was bored and final. "Those are not so beautiful last words."
His motion was a single clean line. Cyborg split in two. The world did not bother with theatrics—metal and flesh gave way together. He fell, systems stuttering into black nothingness.
Raven's eyes were wide and luminous with dread. Jason leaned close, the shrine's shadow washing across her face, and spoke like a benediction and an omen all at once.
"You get to live," he said, quiet and cold. "Let Superman and his Regime know… that Jason Anderson… the King of Curses… is coming for them."
The Malevolent shrine folded away. The courtyard reasserted itself for a breath—broken concrete, ruined bodies, the terrified silence of the defeated—then Jason did what he'd come to do. He took a long, deliberate swing with the force he used when he meant to end mountains.
The prison split.
A crack like a scream tore from the foundation. Steel groaned. The structural seams that had held the Supermax together parted like paper. The Mariana Trench's pressure — liberated by the sudden breach — rushed in one cold, impossibly heavy tide. The Supermax imploded inward, concrete collapsing on itself as if some titan had pinched its ribs closed. Screams were swallowed by the dark press of water and steel. The air was torn from the yard, and the facility folded into oblivion.
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