The sky shattered with the force of battle.
Lightning streaked through the heavens as Shazam, wreathed in divine power, descended like a storm incarnate. The air around him crackled with raw celestial energy, arcs of electricity surging across his body as he shot toward A.M.O.R.R.O. like a living thunderbolt.
"SHAZAM!"
His voice was the sound of thunder itself, a battle cry that echoed through the barren wasteland.
In the same instant, Captain Atom materialized midair in a burst of pure atomic light, his body pulsing with contained nuclear force. His containment suit flared at the seams, the very fabric of his existence teetering on the edge of a quantum meltdown.
Above them, the sky glowed emerald as Green Lanterns Hal Jordan and John Stewart arrived, their power rings blazing with concentrated willpower.
The battlefield was set.
What was once a thriving land had been reduced to desolation, a wasteland of jagged cliffs, scorched earth, and craters deep enough to swallow cities. The terrain was cracked and broken, the remnants of past battles still etched into the very foundation of the land.
A.M.O.R.R.O. hovered above it all—unshaken, unmoved, unchallenged.
His featureless silver form remained unmarred, a monolithic being of calculated supremacy. His head tilted slightly—not in curiosity, but in absolute analysis.
Assessing.Adapting.Optimizing.
Then—reality trembled.
Not just the air. Not just the ground. But space itself.
A 100-meter radius of earth convulsed violently, as if rejecting its own existence. The very landscape shifted, warping under an invisible force. Debris, shattered stone, and metallic wreckage lifted skyward, suspended in a gravity-defying maelstrom.
A.M.O.R.R.O. did not move. He simply clasped his hands together.
And the world obeyed.
The earth collapsed inward.
A tidal wave of destruction erupted, the wasteland itself reshaping at his will. In an instant, the ground surged upward, the ruins of the past twisting, breaking, reforming, as if the very land had turned against its intruders.
Before they could react, the earth swallowed them whole.
Shazam, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, and Captain Atom vanished into the chaos, engulfed in a living avalanche of stone, metal, and gravity-forced debris.
A silence followed—brief but absolute.
Then—
A blinding explosion ripped through the earth.
Shazam burst free first, an electrified eruption of divine might tearing through the collapsing structures. His body crackled with magic, arcs of lightning snapping and roaring around him as he shot toward A.M.O.R.R.O. like a storm given form.
His fist burned with the fury of Zeus, divine energy coiling around his arm, ready to deliver judgment.
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" he roared, swinging with the force of a god.
The punch connected—and A.M.O.R.R.O. didn't move.
The impact detonated outward, sending shockwaves rippling through the air, yet A.M.O.R.R.O. remained suspended in place. His metallic frame had absorbed the kinetic force entirely.
Shazam barely had time to react before A.M.O.R.R.O. countered.
With inhuman speed, his silver form morphed, his arm shifting into a densely-packed kinetic gauntlet, doubling the energy output of Shazam's own strike.
He struck back.
The hit landed directly in Shazam's gut.
A sonic boom shattered the wasteland as the Champion of the Gods was catapulted across the battlefield, his body smashing through five rock formations before finally embedding into a ruined, half-standing metallic structure.
Before A.M.O.R.R.O. could capitalize on his attack—
A radiant emerald glow engulfed him.
Green Lanterns Hal Jordan and John Stewart unleashed a full-powered blast from their rings, their combined willpower forming a construct containment field around A.M.O.R.R.O.—a prison of pure unbreakable energy.
"We're not letting you adapt this time," Hal growled, his fist clenched, pouring more power into the construct.
"Contain him!" John commanded. "Don't give him time to counter!"
A.M.O.R.R.O. merely tilted his head.
"I already have."
In an instant, the green light flickered.
The containment construct fractured.
Hal and John's expressions shifted from determination to shock as their own energy signatures inverted, the power of their rings being rewritten in real-time.
A.M.O.R.R.O.'s form glowed green.
Then he unleashed their power back at them.
A pulse of blinding emerald energy erupted from A.M.O.R.R.O., surging outward with overwhelming force. The sheer magnitude of the blast shattered the Lanterns' constructs mid-formation, unraveling them into fragmented light.
Hal and John were sent spiraling backward, their defenses collapsing under the impact. Their bodies twisted through the smoke-filled sky, crashing through the remnants of floating debris before they barely managed to stabilize themselves, their rings flickering erratically from the energy disruption.
Before the echoes of the explosion had even faded, Captain Atom re-emerged.
His body pulsed with critical mass energy, atomic light seething from the cracks in his containment suit. His entire form shimmered with barely restrained nuclear force, his very presence warping the air around him with unstable quantum radiation.
There was no hesitation.
He launched himself forward, a living warhead of atomic destruction, his fist glowing with a concentrated mass of pure quantum energy.
The strike was instantaneous.
His augmented fist ripped through the air, hurtling straight for A.M.O.R.R.O.'s head with enough power to rupture the fabric of reality itself—
—But it never connected.
A.M.O.R.R.O. moved.
His form shifted mid-combat, his body flowing with inhuman precision, every movement calculated to a mathematical certainty. With the seamless grace of an apex warrior, he intercepted the blow, deflecting it with a counter-technique lifted straight from Wonder Woman's own combat mastery.
The moment Captain Atom's fist met resistance, A.M.O.R.R.O.'s counterattack began.
Using Superman's replicated strength, combined with telekinetic augmentation, A.M.O.R.R.O. executed a precise and devastating counterstrike—
His elbow slammed into Captain Atom's stomach.
The impact was cataclysmic.
A sonic boom tore through the wasteland, the sheer concussive force shattering the already fragile terrain beneath them. The very air collapsed inward from the shockwave, creating a momentary vacuum before detonating outward, sending waves of raw kinetic force cratering the battlefield for miles.
Captain Atom's body folded inward from the blow, his containment suit flaring violently, his atomic structure teetering on the edge of collapse. His body was launched like a missile, his form a glowing streak of unstable energy as he tore through the ruined landscape, smashing into a distant cliffside with enough force to vaporize the rock face on impact.
Then—a sharp, splitting crack.
The sound reverberated across the battlefield like shattering glass.
Captain Atom twitched, his muscles locking up as his containment suit began to fracture. Glowing fissures spiderwebbed across his armor, each one pulsing with the raw, unstable power of an imminent nuclear detonation. His entire form trembled, the radiant energy inside him fighting against the last remaining restraints.
The ground beneath him sizzled and warped, unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of the energy seeping from his body. His breathing was ragged, his glowing eyes wide with the realization of what was coming.
Containment failure.
A walking supernova, barely held together by the remnants of his damaged suit.
A.M.O.R.R.O. watched.
He observed Captain Atom's trembling form, his expression unreadable—if he could even be said to have one. No concern, no urgency.
Then—movement above.
Two golden streaks tore through the sky, descending like divine meteors upon him.
Hawkman and Hawkgirl.
Their Nth metal weapons crackled with kinetic force, their bodies charged with the ferocity of war itself.
"YOU DIE HERE, MACHINE!" Hawkman bellowed, his mace brimming with raw anti-magic energy, capable of disrupting even the most advanced technology and sorcery alike.
Hawkgirl followed in perfect sync, her war axe humming with destructive force, her wings slicing through the air as she barreled toward A.M.O.R.R.O. at full velocity.
A.M.O.R.R.O.'s head tilted slightly, as if studying them mid-charge.
Then—he moved.
A burst of impossible acceleration.
He intercepted Hawkman before his attack could even register. His silver hand clamped around the Thanagarian warrior's throat, locking onto him with crushing force. Hawkman barely had time to gasp—
And then—they were gone.
The air around them ripped apart, the sheer force of their ascent tearing apart the sound barrier, the troposphere, the stratosphere—
Within seconds, they had breached the mesosphere.
In less than a second more, they had left the planet entirely.
They were in space.
A.M.O.R.R.O. watched.
Hawkman's body spasmed violently, his Nth-metal armor struggling against the merciless vacuum. His wings flailed uselessly, their intricate Thanagarian design powerless in the void of space. His lungs collapsed inward, unable to process air that no longer existed. His golden eyes widened, blood vessels rupturing under the unforgiving grip of nothingness.
There was no sound.
No war cry.
Only the slow, inevitable silence of a warrior who had flown too high.
A.M.O.R.R.O. observed every detail with the meticulous precision of an intelligence far beyond human understanding. Every failing heartbeat. Every fracturing bone. The Thanagarian's legendary durability—rendered meaningless.
Then, with a motion both brutal and deliberate, he tightened his grip.
CRACK.
Hawkman's throat collapsed inward, crushed beneath the unyielding force of an artificial God. His body went limp, his once-mighty strength fading into irrelevance.
And then—A.M.O.R.R.O. cast him into the abyss.
With a single, effortless motion, he hurled Hawkman toward the sun.
The warrior's lifeless form tumbled through the void, spiraling toward the burning inferno.
A.M.O.R.R.O. watched him go, calculating trajectory, velocity, and heat exposure—until the body became nothing more than a fleck of dust against the infinite glow of the cosmos.
It was then that A.M.O.R.R.O. spoke, not to anyone—but to himself.
"Icarus flew too close to the sun."
His voice, layered and emotionless, echoed within the emptiness of space.
"Not because he sought to challenge it. Not because he wished to conquer it. But because he believed himself resistant to inevitability."
His gaze did not waver as Hawkman's form neared the celestial inferno, his once-proud wings consumed by fire.
"The sun does not care for the ambition of mortals."
A pause.
A flicker of reflection.
"Nor do I."
And with that, A.M.O.R.R.O. turned his gaze back to Earth.
His sensors locked onto Hawkgirl's energy signature, scanning her every movement, every breath, every futile preparation for what was to come.
Then—he descended.
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Below, the Earth burned.
Or rather, what remained of the wasteland smoldered under the sheer weight of the battle.
At its epicenter, Captain Atom stood trembling, his body a living reactor on the verge of detonation.
His containment suit was failing.
The atomic fire beneath his skin had reached critical levels, the molecular bonds of his body stretching beyond stability.
The cracks in his armor widened. Raw nuclear force seeped out, scorching the air, warping reality with quantum instability.
He was about to go off.
His vision blurred, his thoughts flickering between past and present—his mind, unraveling at the speed of nuclear fission.
Then—an incoming figure.
A small, mechanical object, moving faster than the human eye could perceive. A drone—no, a Spider-Bot.
It zeroed in on him instantly.
And then—it transformed.
The Spider-Bot shifted, its limbs extending, its plating unfolding into a network of intricate nanofibers, flowing like liquid metal, wrapping around Captain Atom's failing containment suit.
A new suit. A superior one.
Designed not to suppress his power—but to stabilize it.
The OBLIVION Containment System
As the Spider-Bot fused with him, the new adaptive containment suit formed, designed by Superior Spider-Man himself:
Molecular Bond Reinforcement: The OBLIVION nanites wove into Captain Atom's atomic structure, stabilizing his quantum cohesion, preventing further energy leakage.
Energy Redistribution Nodes: Instead of suppressing his power, the new suit redirected excess radiation into controlled energy fields, ensuring Captain Atom could remain stable—without losing firepower.
Neural Overclocking Interface: The system connected directly to his brain, enhancing his cognitive processing, ensuring he could retain full control of his abilities at any energy level.
His breathing steadied.
The nuclear fire within him calmed.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity—he was whole.
Then—his body gave out.
With a dull thud, Captain Atom collapsed onto the scorched ground.
Pain surged through him—not from wounds, but from exhaustion. His body, pushed far beyond its threshold, finally succumbed to the weight of battle.
Fatigue consumed him.
The world flickered, shifting between light and shadow, his vision swimming in and out of focus. His body ached, every nerve frayed, every atom in his being struggling to hold its form. The suit's internal stabilizers worked tirelessly, recalibrating, reinforcing—fighting to keep him together.
But the damage was already done.
His mind was slipping, his muscles heavy, his very essence drained from the relentless battle. Everything felt distant, fading.
And then—through the haze, he saw it.
A streak of red and blue.
Through his blurred vision, he watched as Superman soared, cutting through the sky like a divine force, his cape billowing violently against the turbulence. The air screamed in his wake, the sheer speed of his ascent sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
Higher. Faster. Unstoppable.
Captain Atom's breath hitched, his battered form barely able to move—but he knew.
Superman was going to do what only he could.
He was going to stop A.M.O.R.R.O.
And as the Man of Steel vanished into the heavens, a final, deafening boom echoed across the ruined world
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A.M.O.R.R.O. descended like a meteor, his reinforced silver body accelerating toward terminal velocity, aimed directly at Hawkgirl. The air around him compressed violently, generating a wave of kinetic force so intense that the very atmosphere ignited in his wake. The sheer force of his approach displacing air pressure, threatening to flatten everything beneath him upon impact.
Hawkgirl, still regaining her footing, braced herself, but she knew—this was death approaching.
And then—
A second sonic boom split the sky.
A blur of red and blue shot upward from below, a force of nature ascending with purpose.
Superman.
He moved at relativistic speeds, his body pushing against the fabric of space, an unstoppable force surging toward the falling titan. His fist was coiled, muscles tensed beyond steel, every fiber of his being preparing to unleash devastation.
A.M.O.R.R.O. registered the incoming threat.
His mind calculated, adapted, optimized.
His right fist coiled inward, the metal folding and restructuring at the nanoscopic level, compressing into a singular, hyper-dense mass.
Then—he enhanced it.
Superman's Strength.
Wonder Woman's Combat Precision.
Captain Atom's Quantum Augmentation.
Green Lantern's Hard-Light Reinforcement.
Martian Manhunter's Telekinetic Amplification.
Superboy's Solar Aura Manipulation.
The moment was set.
Two unstoppable forces. Two absolute beings. Both moving at velocities that shattered physics.
And then—impact.
Their fists collided.
The shockwave didn't just explode outward—it ruptured reality.
The very air particles between them were annihilated, triggering a localized atmospheric collapse. The kinetic energy release vaporized the surrounding terrain for miles, igniting a thermal bloom so intense it mimicked the surface of the sun.
The electromagnetic spectrum distorted, the raw energy distorting light itself, creating a brief moment where the world flickered in and out of existence.
Time seemed to fracture—space itself warped around them as the sheer force of the impact sent dimensional ripples outward, shattering sound, gravity, and equilibrium.
The very planet screamed.
For an instant—there was nothing.
Then—
A second explosion.
Not of fire, nor sound—but of pure force.
A burst of kinetic backlash detonated outward, an explosion so immense that it sent A.M.O.R.R.O. careening into the void of space, his form breaking past the speed of light. He tore through the upper atmosphere in milliseconds, the force of impact ripping apart the thermosphere, leaving behind a trail of disrupted cosmic radiation.
And then—he was gone.
Thrown into deep space.
Superman remained suspended in the air, motionless, his cape billowing in the aftermath of the devastation.
He exhaled sharply, his fists still clenched, his knuckles smoking from the sheer force of the impact. His entire body ached, his muscles strained beyond mortal comprehension—but he did not falter.
Then—his eyes snapped upward.
A.M.O.R.R.O. wasn't finished.
Superman knew this.
There was only one option.
A burst of raw acceleration.
Superman ascended.
A single movement—and the world below vanished.
He pierced through the atmosphere, his form becoming a streak of red and blue, defying gravity, tearing through the skies like a comet sent from Olympus.
Higher. Faster. Beyond sight.
As he broke free of the planet's gravity, the endless void embraced him.
Deep space.
The Sun loomed ahead, its massive fusion inferno radiating infinite power, a cosmic beacon burning with celestial fury.
And with every second he drew closer—he felt it.
The solar radiation flooded his body, saturating his Kryptonian cells.
His muscles tightened, his wounds vanished, his strength returned. The radiation rekindled his essence, reigniting his power like a star reborn.
Then—he saw it.
A.M.O.R.R.O. had stopped.
The machine floated in the void, his body shimmering with adaptive regeneration, his silver form now glowing with an unearthly light.
He had already recalibrated. He had already evolved.
Superman's eyes burned with heat vision, his aura now flaring with restored might.
And then—
They charged.
The silence of space shattered as two Gods collided once more.
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A/N
Hey everyone,
Sorry for the late chapters! School life has been keeping me busy, so I haven't had as much time to write. I really appreciate your patience and support.
Once again, my apologies—and thanks for sticking around!
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