Kara's expression changed drastically, revealing that something serious was happening.
Dr. Manhattan stopped arguing with Silk Spectre and turned his attention toward Earth. Suddenly, a distant, thunderous roar echoed, followed by brilliant blue explosions erupting across the planet.
"That's your power," Kara snapped, her sharp eyes locking onto Dr. Manhattan. "What did you do? Did you kill millions of people?"
Although Kara had been combative earlier, her instincts as a hero took over. She couldn't ignore such a massive loss of life. Her calculations didn't need precision—she knew millions were dead. Major cities in nearly every country had been devastated.
Her fists clenched tightly, one hand radiating a dangerous black energy while the other glowed with an unstable but equally ominous power. Kara wasn't naive about her odds; she knew she couldn't match Dr. Manhattan's strength directly. However, she wasn't without her own trump cards.
"What's going on, Jon?" Silk Spectre asked, her voice trembling with anxiety. She couldn't see what Kara and Dr. Manhattan were observing, but their reactions were enough to fill her with dread.
"Was it you? What did you do?" she pressed.
Kara shot Silk Spectre a sidelong glance. Really? You're asking him if he did it when you don't even know what happened? Kara almost lost her focus from the sheer absurdity of the question.
"It wasn't me," Dr. Manhattan finally said. For someone often perceived as cold and omnipotent, even he seemed unsettled. "Kara, you saw me working on a device earlier—when we began time traveling to this world."
Kara nodded but remained wary. She remembered him tinkering with something and showing it to Silk Spectre.
"So?"
"I was deceived. Someone convinced me to share my power models, then used those devices to simulate and unleash my power," Dr. Manhattan explained, a rare trace of frustration slipping into his tone.
His admission only deepened Kara's suspicion, though she said nothing.
"Come with me," Dr. Manhattan said abruptly, preparing to take both Kara and Silk Spectre back to Earth.
"No," Kara interjected, raising her hands. "You go ahead. I'll follow on my own."
She had no desire to experience the disorienting sensation of being transported by him again. Twice was more than enough.
Dr. Manhattan, unbothered, left with Silk Spectre.
Kara braced herself as the unsettling ripple of his departure hit her once more. Even with preparation, she felt momentarily untethered.
"Damn it," she muttered, shaking off the discomfort. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a golden streak of light, arriving on Earth seconds after them.
She materialized in Antarctica, greeted by its icy expanse. Despite the extreme cold, Kara was unaffected as she hovered in the air, surveying the massive structures sprawling below.
"An entire base in Antarctica? And there are three men and a... cat? What kind of weird team is this?" Kara muttered, her skepticism rising. A cat? Seriously?
She refocused her thoughts as she watched Dr. Manhattan break through the base's entrance, Silk Spectre trailing close behind him.
"Dan! Rorschach! Are you okay?" Silk Spectre called out.
"They're not okay," a gravelly voice responded. "And neither are millions of people who've died because of him."
The speaker was Rorschach, his masked visage full of anger as he directed his accusation at Adrian Veidt, also known as Ozymandias.
"He's the one behind all this. The mastermind. He killed the Comedian. Everything—all of it—was his doing. And now he's using your power to slaughter millions, Manhattan," Rorschach growled, his voice filled with contempt.
Kara, curious, floated silently into the room and landed without a sound. Her presence went unnoticed; the group's attention was fixated on the confrontation.
From what she could see, none of these individuals possessed extraordinary powers—aside from Dr. Manhattan. The only outlier was Ozymandias, whose physical fitness appeared to be at the peak of human capability. His musculature, reflexes, and stamina would likely dominate any athletic competition.
But for all his perfection, Kara thought, Ozymandias was still just human.
"Jon, you're here," Ozymandias said calmly, his demeanor unfazed despite the mounting tension. "You've noticed, haven't you? The future is obscured. That's because of me."
Dr. Manhattan's expression darkened slightly.
Ozymandias continued, his voice unwavering. "I orchestrated everything. The device, the misdirection, even your power model. All of it was part of my plan."
Kara's sharp gaze remained fixed on Ozymandias. For someone who had clearly unleashed catastrophic destruction, his confidence was remarkable. But Kara could feel it—the quiet arrogance of a man who believed himself untouchable.
"You don't realize it yet," she murmured under her breath, her tone cold. "But you've made the gravest mistake of your life."
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