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Grayven's scanner beeped loudly, the high-pitched sound signaling something significant. His eyes widened as the display lit up, detecting a massive energy spike—coming directly from the Motherbox.
"Blast!" Grayven hissed, his voice filled with frustration. He immediately took flight, descending rapidly toward the battlefield below.
"Steppenwolf!" he shouted mid-flight. "They're doing something with the Motherbox!"
Steppenwolf, locked in combat with Diana, hesitated briefly, glancing over his shoulder at Grayven's words. That momentary lapse was all Diana needed. She landed a clean punch directly to Steppenwolf's jaw, sending him flying backward with tremendous force.
Diana chased after him, her sword glinting in the sunlight as she prepared to press the attack. Meanwhile, Grayven altered his trajectory, aiming toher and support Steppenwolf.
Before he could intervene, a powerful punch slammed into his face, stopping him mid-flight.
"Tch, can't you give up?" Grayven growled, more annoyed than injured. The punch had barely registered as more than an inconvenience, but the interference was ill-timed.
Hovering in front of him, with a smug grin plastered on his face, was Jorno Jovanna. "Me? Jorno Jovanna give up? Never!" His tone was light, mocking.
"Because," Jorno continued with a dramatic flourish, "that's my job—distraction!"
Jorno's Stand, King of the Clouds, hovered behind him, its crystalline form shimmering faintly. Jorno, ever the joker, cracked a mischievous smile. "Hey, while you're here, mind telling me something? You and the silver guy—Steppenwolf—are you really brothers?"
Grayven, growing more irritated by the second, glared at him. "No," he said coldly. "Merely brothers in arms. I have only two true brothers, human."
"Oh, I wish I had brothers," Jorno said, casually stretching his arms. His tone remained playful, as though they weren't standing on the brink of a deadly fight.
Grayven's eyes suddenly turned red, the faint hum of energy gathering behind them. "Be honored, child. These are the beams by which countless perish... my father's Omega Beams."
Without another word, two deadly beams of crimson light shot from Grayven's eyes, curving toward Jorno with terrifying speed. These beams, the infamous Omega Beams, had destroyed entire armies and incinerated even the most formidable foes.
Grayven turned away, wiping his hands as if brushing off dust. "Farewell, human—"
But his words were cut short as a powerful punch slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind from him. Staggered, Grayven's eyes widened in shock.
"Yeah, no," Jorno said, standing confidently before him. "It takes a lot of heat to melt glass, and King of the Clouds is far more resistant than glass."
As the smoke cleared, the two red-hot arms of Jorno's Stand, King of the Clouds, were revealed. Its crystalline body, shimmering and refracting light, was not only incredibly durable but highly heat resistant—more than capable of withstanding the Omega Beams.
"What in the—?" Grayven began, but his confusion was quickly met with a barrage of rapid punches from King of the Clouds, each blow hitting harder than the last.
The speed and ferocity of the attack forced Grayven to backflip away, putting distance between himself and the relentless onslaught. Jorno didn't give him time to recover.
Immediately, Jorno began compressing the surrounding air, not just around Grayven but forming invisible air walls in every direction. His plan had been in motion from the moment the fight began.
"Checkmate," Jorno smirked, holding a small rock in his hand that King of the Clouds had picked up from the debris. In a swift motion, his Stand hurled the rock toward the compressed air bubble at super speed.
The collision triggered a massive explosion, the compressed air releasing its pent-up energy in a violent burst. The shockwave rippled through the battlefield, sending dust and debris flying into the air. Flames and smoke engulfed the area as the sound of the explosion echoed across the city.
"Whoa," Jorno said, shielding his eyes from the intensity of the blast. "Talk about fireworks."
With a slight laugh, Jorno turned away from the smoldering battlefield, preparing to assist Diana in her ongoing battle with Steppenwolf. But just as he took a step, a low, menacing voice called out from behind him.
"Now... I'll be sure to kill you, Jorno Jovanna."
From the smoke and flames, Grayven emerged. His armor was battered, chunks of it missing, and blood trickled down his face, but the New God was far from defeated. His eyes glowed with anger, the air around him crackling with residual energy.
Despite the damage, Grayven wasn't mortally wounded. His strength and endurance, products of his divine lineage, had allowed him to survive the explosion relatively unscathed.
Jorno glanced back, unfazed by the ominous declaration. "Great. Here we go again."
Grayven's lips curled into a snarl. The boy had surprised him, but this was far from over. The real fight had just begun.
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Diana of Themyscira and Steppenwolf were locked in fierce combat, their strikes causing the ground to quake beneath them. The Amazon warrior dodged a vicious swipe from Steppenwolf's massive axe and deftly blocked a punch with her shield. Her eyes gleamed with determination.
"C'mon," she taunted, her voice sharp and challenging. "You call yourselves New Gods? Aren't you ashamed to be losing to a mere Amazon?"
Steppenwolf growled in response, his fiery eyes narrowing. "You talk too much." With a swift motion, he drove his elbow into Diana's stomach, the impact reverberating through her body.
Despite the pain, Diana barely flinched. She smirked, as though unfazed. "Really?" she said, regaining her stance. "Mother used to say that too."
Without missing a beat, she unfurled her Lasso of Truth, the glowing golden rope flying through the air and wrapping around Steppenwolf's arm. She yanked hard, attempting to pull him off balance and deliver a strike. But Steppenwolf was faster than expected. He dodged and grabbed Diana's arm, and for a moment, the two warriors locked eyes, their strength pitted against each other as they struggled for dominance. The sheer force of their clash split the ground beneath their feet.
In a flash of quick thinking, Diana stepped onto her lasso, pulling Steppenwolf's arm down and creating an opening. She then kicked him with all her might, sending the hulking warrior flying through the side of a nearby building.
Diana winced, glancing at the destruction she'd caused. "Tch... I wasn't supposed to do that." Bruce had made it very clear in his meticulous notes—minimize collateral damage.
Emerging from the rubble, Steppenwolf roared in fury, dust and debris falling from his armor. "You... filthy insect! I'll enjoy tearing you apart, Diana!"
His voice boomed as he lifted several cars with ease and hurled them toward her. Diana moved swiftly, her sword flashing through the air, slicing the cars in half before they could reach her.
"Was that—" Diana began, but her confidence faltered as Steppenwolf vanished from sight, only to reappear in front of her in an instant. He delivered a brutal elbow check to her chest, launching her backward into another building. Before she could recover, he followed up with a drop-kick, sending her deeper into the debris.
Diana groaned, pushing herself up from the wreckage, her body aching from the relentless blows. She glanced around, wondering how much longer Bruce and the others would need to complete their plan. Time was running out. Ignoring her wounds, she gripped her sword and charged forward once more, her warrior spirit undeterred by the pain.
As the two combatants clashed again, their blows sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Above, a news helicopter hovered precariously, its occupants filming the intense scene below.
On the News Helicopter
Inside the helicopter, Lois Lane and her trusted partner, Jimmy Olsen, were back on the scene, despite the obvious danger.
"LOIS!" Jimmy cried, his voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopter blades. "Why do we keep doing this?"
His eyes darted nervously between the battle below and the debris flying dangerously close to their aircraft. The sheer force from each blow between Diana and Steppenwolf sent gusts of wind upward, making it difficult to stay steady. Every stray piece of debris threatened to knock them out of the sky.
"Because!" Lois shouted back, her voice resolute despite the fear. "It's the duty of a reporter! And besides... who else would?"
Jimmy groaned but kept the camera steady, his hands shaking as he tried to capture every moment for the live broadcast. The whole world needed to see what was happening.
Atlantis: A King's Restlessness
Far below the surface of the ocean, in the majestic kingdom of Atlantis, Arthur Curry, also known as Aquaman, was hard at work. He was overseeing the reparation project, helping to rebuild the sections of Atlantis that had been damaged during the battle with Steppenwolf.
Despite the progress being made, Arthur's mind was elsewhere.
"You wanna go, right?" Mera, his fiancée and fierce warrior in her own right, spoke up from beside him, a knowing smile on her face.
Arthur didn't respond at first, his expression brooding as he continued his work. Most of their people were safe, and the few guards that had been killed by Steppenwolf were already honored. The majority of the damage had been repaired, but the sense of unfinished business weighed heavily on him.
Mera placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just go." Her tone was soft but firm. "I doubt anyone here will say anything to stop you."
Arthur sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't need much convincing. "Hah... fine," he said, feigning reluctance. "Since you're forcing me to."
He began walking toward the palace doors, but before he left, he glanced back over his shoulder with a smirk. "Remember, you asked me to go!" His voice echoed through the grand hall.
Mera rolled her eyes playfully. "Like you wouldn't have gone, regardless..." she muttered under her breath.
As Arthur exited the palace, the weight lifted from his shoulders. He was the King of Atlantis, and duty had kept him from joining the fight above. But now, nothing held him back. The surface world needed him, and his allies were waiting.
With a powerful surge, Arthur dove into the depths, speeding through the water like a torpedo. His destination was clear—the surface.
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[Auther: Yo! I love this story, btw, don't think Grayven's Omega Beams are the same as Darkseid's. That'd be stupid.]