Even though the vision lasted only a heartbeat, Thea understood it instantly.
The ring was showing her—just as it had shown every wielder who had ever worn multiple rings—that one day the entire Emotional Spectrum must be returned to the Source Wall, reabsorbed into the reservoir beyond creation.
Unfortunately, no one had ever truly grasped that message.
Not until Kyle Rayner took up the White Lantern Ring, walked into the Wall itself, and restored the emotional energies—preventing the universe from collapsing under emotional depletion.
Every use of emotional energy brought the cosmos one step closer to the end.
If someone like Superman ever learned that truth, he would swear off ring-energy forever.
But Thea?
Please.
"The Green Lantern Corps has 3,600 active Lanterns. They burn through the Spectrum every day.
Whether I use it or not changes nothing…"
To her surprise, the dual-ring fusion was smooth—far smoother than she expected.
Thea carried immense fear, but also the willpower to rise through it.
Fear had pushed her forward.
Willpower had kept her standing.
These two opposite emotions had churned inside her for years.
Today, they finally met in equilibrium.
Energy thundered around her as the transformation completed.
Hal Jordan's ring was extraordinary—only slightly inferior to the yellow ring she had forged from Parallax's essence.
With both rings active, her suit shifted:
yellow sigil intact, but with green pauldrons, green greaves, and a black cape—yellow inside, green outside.
Her floating hair shimmered with power.
Her eyes became the most striking of all—
one gold, one emerald.
Scanning the battlefield, she saw Supergirl barely holding on,
Superman laying on the ground pretending to be unconscious while whispering advice through his super-hearing,
and Kara dodging death by inches.
"Let's take care of you two first."
A swirl of shifting color formed at her fingertip.
She touched a Lantern warrior between the eyes—his agony vanished, replaced by peaceful release, and he drifted downward.
A conjured cushion caught him gently.
She repeated the technique on the second one.
"Diana, don't kill them. Go help over there—leave this one to me."
Diana halted her shield strike mid-swing; the two switched places seamlessly.
With Diana—the world's greatest frontline fighter—moving to aid Supergirl, Thea focused and used the same psychic strike to down the last revived Lantern.
"God… I'm exhausted."
It looked effortless, but her mind was burning.
These Lanterns weren't villains.
Their bodies had been preserved, their minds locked in the moment of their final battle.
They deserved to be honored—not butchered.
Using the yellow ring's resonance with Parallax, Thea infused each of them with pure will:
fear drives retreat,
willpower gives courage.
Their long-rotted bodies and worn souls needed rest.
These heroes belonged back on Oa—for a Lantern's funeral—not dumped on Earth as research samples.
The green ring had shifted her perspective.
She was facing things honestly—preventing tragedies where she could.
She removed the green ring and tossed it back to Hal.
Dual-ring use didn't raise her power much—it just doubled the mental load.
"Your mind is wiped out. Leave the rest to us—take them back to Oa.
They're heroes. They shouldn't die here."
Hal nodded deeply.
As he prepared to leave, Thea stopped him.
"Abin Sur's body is still in government custody. I'll try to retrieve it.
If you meet his family, tell them to give me time."
Earth's scientists dissecting Abin Sur was already bad.
If Sinestro arrived and found his brother-in-law carved apart on a table?
Yeah. Earth wouldn't survive that.
"I mean it—keep Sinestro and Abin's family calm.
Earth's government never gives up alien corpses.
I need time."
Hal nearly teared up, overwhelmed by what he saw as Thea's noble compassion.
With a firm promise, he lifted the three dying Lanterns and flew into orbit.
Thea scanned the battlefield.
Diana and Supergirl were holding their own.
Good.
She descended to Superman.
Before the government forces could approach, she gathered his spilled blood—enough to grow an entire Kryptonian village.
Earth battles were exhausting for exactly this reason.
"What do you two want done with this?"
she asked Batman and Superman.
Superman shook his head—contaminated with kryptonite frequency, he couldn't reabsorb it.
"Give it to me," Batman said.
She handed it over—what he did with it wasn't her problem.
Then she sighed at Superman's half-dead form.
"I'll heal you one more time…"
Two kryptonite wounds in a single day.
Unbelievably unlucky—
even for him.