The multiverse had once thrived with countless worlds, each bustling with life and vibrant with the energy of their inhabitants.
Worlds of every imaginable kind, from the technologically advanced to the magically enchanted, existed in harmony and chaos. Each with its own stories, struggles, and triumphs.
But now, a dark truth had settled over the remnants of these myriad worlds: the only place left with any sign of life was the shelter where Barry and the others survivors stayed, and waiting for war.
Zalara's army, under the command of Destruction, had unleashed an unrelenting wave of death and devastation across the multiverse.
Realm by realm, they had marched, leaving no survivors in their wake. Cities lay in ruins, forests burned to ash, and the once-glorious landscapes of different worlds were now barren and desolate in the matter of few days after that army starting to move.
