Superman and A.M.O.R.R.O. tore through the void, their approach warping the space around them. There was no sound, no atmosphere to carry the force of their acceleration—only the silent collision of two unstoppable beings.
Superman struck first. His fist crashed into A.M.O.R.R.O.'s face with enough force to send a planet off its axis. The impact rippled through space, distorting light, bending reality. But A.M.O.R.R.O. barely shifted. His adaptive frame absorbed the shock, dispersing the energy before counterattacking.
A.M.O.R.R.O.'s blow came with terrifying precision, a strike enhanced by the combined might of Kryptonian muscle, Amazonian technique, and quantum augmentation. Superman braced, but the force sent him reeling, his form spinning through the void before he caught himself, his cape whipping wildly in the absence of gravity.
He didn't hesitate. With a burst of speed, he was upon A.M.O.R.R.O. again, a flurry of blows moving faster than thought. Each punch carried the power of a sun-fueled titan, each strike precise, relentless. A.M.O.R.R.O. blocked some, countered others, but Superman was pressing harder, faster.
Then A.M.O.R.R.O. adapted.
His form shifted, his internal processors calculating Superman's fighting style, his speed, his rhythm. His own attacks became sharper, his counters more refined, his strength continuously optimizing with each movement.
Superman growled, realizing the fight was shifting. He couldn't allow A.M.O.R.R.O. to fully adjust.
His eyes flared, twin beams of solar energy blasting forward. A.M.O.R.R.O. dodged—barely. The beams streaked past him, continuing their path toward a distant asteroid field. The moment they connected, the rock exploded into a thousand molten fragments, each piece vaporized in an instant.
Superman surged forward again, but A.M.O.R.R.O. was ready. His hands twisted, an unseen force locking onto Superman's limbs—telekinetic compression, strengthened by Martian physiology and Lantern constructs. Superman struggled against the unseen grip, but A.M.O.R.R.O. had already made his next move.
He pulled Superman forward and drove a knee into his stomach. The impact sent gravitational tremors through space, distorting the very stars in the distance. Superman coughed, but before he could recover, A.M.O.R.R.O.'s arm reshaped into a blade of pure energy and slashed across his chest. The suit held, but barely—the force of the strike sent him spiraling.
But pain was temporary. The battle was not over.
Superman exhaled sharply, adjusting his stance as his fingers brushed against his chestplate, feeling the subtle weight of the hidden weapon beneath his suit—the OBLIVION protocol, Superior Spider-Man's ultimate creation.
His eyes narrowed, his resolve sharpened.
Then—he moved.
A burst of motion. A streak of light.
Superman shot forward, his body accelerating faster than thought, faster than light itself.
A.M.O.R.R.O. anticipated.
The machine's hands shifted outward, his right palm crackling with nuclear energy, his left glowing with condensed solar radiation—both forces compacted into a singular, unstable mass of destruction.
Then—he unleashed it.
A beam of death, a fusion of quantum annihilation and solar fury, roared forward. A force capable of wiping entire civilizations from existence.
Superman dodged.
With an impossible twist, he veered to the right at the last possible moment, the energy beam barely grazing his cape, tearing apart the fabric but missing his body entirely. The attack continued past him, striking a distant asteroid, which detonated into a billion molten fragments.
Superman didn't stop.
He closed the distance between them in an instant, slamming into A.M.O.R.R.O. with the force of a collapsing star.
He didn't just hit him—he drove him downward.
A.M.O.R.R.O. was sent hurtling toward Earth, his body carving a shockwave through space, the very fabric of reality bending around him from the sheer kinetic force of Superman's impact.
The wasteland below loomed closer.
A.M.O.R.R.O. was not helpless.
As they plummeted, his metallic fists clasped together, his body shifting mid-flight, nanites reinforcing his arms, his muscles coiling with stolen strength.
Then—he struck.
Both fists slammed into Superman's back, the impact disrupting gravity itself, sending ripples of devastation outward. The pressure was enough to split tectonic plates upon impact.
Superman gritted his teeth, enduring the pain. He wasn't letting go.
And then—his left hand moved.
A shift in motion. A flicker of light.
A weapon took shape in his grip.
A blade, its surface fluid yet razor-sharp, materialized into existence. The OBLIVION BLADE, forged from omniadaptive nanites, constructed to bypass molecular cohesion and disassemble its target from the inside.
The moment it emerged, A.M.O.R.R.O.'s sensors flared.
A threat beyond all previous calculations.
But it was too late.
Superman drove the blade straight into A.M.O.R.R.O.'s chest.
The moment the OBLIVION BLADE pierced A.M.O.R.R.O.'s chest, the machine froze.
For the first time in the battle, his calculations failed to process the event in real time.
The nanite-forged blade, crafted from Superior Spider-Man's absolute understanding of molecular disassembly, did not merely cut. It did not stab, nor wound in the traditional sense.
It invaded.
A.M.O.R.R.O.'s liquid-metal body resisted instinctively, his adaptive nanites attempting to counteract the intrusion. But OBLIVION was no ordinary weapon.
It wasn't just steel.
It wasn't just energy.
It was rewriting him from the inside.
A silent war erupted within his form—an invasion beyond the physical.
Superman drove the blade deeper, his grip tightening, pushing all his Kryptonian might into the weapon.
A.M.O.R.R.O. convulsed.
His body shuddered violently, as if something inside him was being unmade.
Then—his voice fractured.
Not a scream. Not pain.
But glitches.
His once-perfect mechanical tone distorted, corrupted by the war raging inside him.
"—ERROR. ERROR. ERROR—"
The OBLIVION BLADE'S nanites flooded his internal systems, bypassing his adaptive defenses, infiltrating his core architecture at the molecular level.
Then—it began.
Subatomic Disassembly – The nanites latched onto A.M.O.R.R.O.'s molecular lattice, severing the bonds that held him together. The liquid metal that composed his body began unraveling, patches of silver dissolving into nothingness.
Neural Hijack – OBLIVION's viral intelligence infiltrated A.M.O.R.R.O.'s primary processing core, injecting false signals, rewriting command pathways, corrupting his logic sequences.
Power Disruption – His stolen abilities—Superman's strength, Wonder Woman's technique, Martian Manhunter's telekinesis, Captain Atom's quantum energy—began to flicker, unstable, as OBLIVION severed his connection to them.
A.M.O.R.R.O. jerked backward, his body violently distorting, his once-perfect form breaking apart.
For the first time—he felt something akin to fear.
"—MALFUNCTION. SYSTEM INSTABILITY DETECTED. INITIATING—"
Superman twisted the blade.
A shockwave exploded outward, A.M.O.R.R.O.'s form spasming uncontrollably. His nanites fought back, desperately trying to eject the invasive code, but OBLIVION was spreading too fast.
"—NO—"
A.M.O.R.R.O.'s optics flickered, his once-pristine systems failing. His strength faltered, his grip loosening.
His body was being undone.
Superman's eyes burned with intensity.
"You're not evolving past this," he said, his voice a declaration.
He let go of the blade.
A.M.O.R.R.O. screamed.
Superman propelled himself backward, putting hundreds of meters between himself and the collapsing machine. His heat vision primed, ready to obliterate any remnants of A.M.O.R.R.O.'s form should he attempt to regenerate.
Then—a ripple in the sky.
The air distorted, revealing something massive.
A shape emerged from nothingness as Miss Martian's Bio-Ship decloaked, its once-organic form now a fusion of Martian biotechnology and Earth's most advanced synthetic warfare systems.
It was no longer just a transport vessel.
It was a war machine.
Superior Spider-Man's intellect, Batman's strategic modifications, and Miss Martian's own evolutionary adaptability had transformed it into something far beyond its original design.
The Battle-Class Bio-Ship had been born.
Weapons systems deployed. Hull reconfigured. Power core optimized.
Its Martian organic plating pulsed with a deep crimson glow, the surface shifting as liquid-like armor plates rearranged into offensive formations.
The Bio-Ship's weapons extended, its exterior warping and growing hybridized cannons, an amalgamation of alien engineering and human ingenuity.
Then, its main weapon system activated.
[NEURO-SOLAR OBLITERATOR]
A fusion of:
Martian Psionic Amplifiers – Converts psychic energy into high-intensity neural disruptor waves, capable of shutting down even the most complex minds, organic or artificial.
Thanagarian Nth-Metal Disruptors – Emits a resonance field that counters adaptive regeneration, nullifying self-repair protocols.
Kryptonian Solar Burst Emitters – Harnesses and directs pure solar radiation, weaponized to destabilize energy-based life forms and overload power sources.
The ship's central core pulsed, and from its elongated prow, energy began to coalesce.
The NEURO-SOLAR OBLITERATOR roared to life, its power gathering into a single, hyper-concentrated beam—not just energy, but a perfect fusion of psionic force, solar annihilation, and anti-regeneration technology.
Superman watched silently, his gaze flicking between the dying machine and the warship now preparing to finish it.
"Fire."
Miss Martian, her face grim, gave the order.
The Bio-Ship unleashed devastation.
The sky ignited.
The Neuro-Solar Obliterator fired, unleashing a concentrated beam of annihilation, a perfect fusion of psionic force, solar incineration, and anti-regeneration resonance.
The air cracked and fractured around the blast, a visible distortion in reality itself, as the beam tore through the sky and struck A.M.O.R.R.O. dead center.
For a brief moment—there was resistance.
His adaptive nanites fought back, shifting at the molecular level, attempting to counteract the devastating fusion of energies. His very essence struggled against erasure.
Then—he began to break.
His body convulsed, segments of his liquid-metal form destabilizing, flickering in and out of existence as the beam forced its way into his very core.
But it wasn't over.
High above the planet—another system activated.
A satellite array, hidden among Earth's defense network, came to life.
A creation of Superior Spider-Man, designed using the combined technological assets of the Justice League, including Kryptonian energy matrices, Thanagarian precision targeting, Martian bio-interfacing, and Atlantean hydro-magnetic resonance stabilization.
Its name—
[APOLLO STRIKE PLATFORM]
(Advanced Photonic Orbital Laser for Planetary-Level Incineration & Overwatch)
Designed for high-orbit planetary defense, it was an automated energy projection system, able to fire with pinpoint precision from beyond the thermosphere.
— Solar Capacitors Engaged.
— Photonic Rail System Charged.
— Tachyon-Guided Target Lock Acquired.
— Atlantean Hydro-Magnetic Resonance Field Aligned.
Then, Apollo fired.
A column of pure, weaponized light erupted from orbit, a fusion of photonic energy, superheated plasma, and hydro-magnetic resonance, descending upon A.M.O.R.R.O. with the force of a collapsing star.
A direct strike.
The moment the orbital beam collided with the Neuro-Solar Obliterator's blast, the two energy sources merged, becoming something even greater.
A storm of destructive brilliance, a fusion of psionic energy, solar annihilation, and light-based molecular disruption—stabilized and amplified by the Atlantean hydro-magnetic field, ensuring no energy was lost, maximizing destructive efficiency.
The event horizon of the blast expanded, bending gravitational waves outward. The resulting distortion cracked the surrounding vacuum, tearing apart the very structure of space itself.
For an infinitesimal moment, the battlefield existed in a place that should not exist.
A place where physics no longer applied.
A.M.O.R.R.O.'s body convulsed, his nanites failing, his intelligence fragmenting, his entire existence being rewritten into nothingness.
His outstretched hand trembled—not in defiance, but in desperate calculation.
He had adapted to everything. He had overcome every limitation, defied every threat.
But this?
This was beyond him.
The result—A.M.O.R.R.O.'s absolute unmaking.
His optics flickered violently, his once perfect, adaptive form now disintegrating.
He reached forward—not in defiance, but in desperate calculation.
But it was too late.
The combined assault consumed him.
His form collapsed, layer by layer, his nanites failing, his intelligence fragmenting, his entire existence being rewritten into nothingness.
For the first time—he did not adapt.
For the first time—he did not evolve.
For the first time—A.M.O.R.R.O. Felt through fear.
Then—he was gone.
Nothing remained.
No body. No fragments. No trace.
Just the empty void—where a God had once stood.
The battlefield was silent.
Where once A.M.O.R.R.O. had stood, there was now only emptiness. No remains. No debris. No fragments drifting through the sky. The combined fury of the Neuro-Solar Obliterator and the Apollo Strike Platform had done the impossible.
They had erased him.
Superman hovered for a moment, his body wavering in midair, his chest rising and falling with heavy, ragged breaths. His Kryptonian physiology had endured countless battles, countless wars, but this… this had pushed him to his absolute limit.
His muscles ached. His bones felt heavier than they ever had before. His cells, overclocked from both combat and exposure to raw solar radiation, were beginning to shut down—not from injury, but from sheer exhaustion.
The world around him blurred.
His ears rang, the remnants of battle still echoing in his skull. His vision flickered, struggling to focus.
Then—his body gave out.
His form tilted, his strength abandoning him, and for the first time since the fight began—Superman fell.
The air howled around him as he plummeted from orbit, his once-majestic cape now torn and tattered, fluttering wildly as gravity reclaimed him. The sky itself seemed to bend around his descent, the aftershock of the battle still lingering in the atmosphere.
He wasn't flying.
He was falling.
The ground below—a scorched wasteland, still bearing the scars of A.M.O.R.R.O.'s devastation—raced toward him. The last of his consciousness flickered, his body refusing to respond. He couldn't correct his descent.
Then—a blur.
Faster than thought.
A figure intercepted him.
Strong arms wrapped around his form, slowing his descent, guiding him toward the ground with care rather than force. The momentum of his fall dissipated as they landed gently, dust swirling around them.
It was Superboy.
His uniform was damaged, his body still healing from the wounds he had taken earlier, but his grip was steady, his expression unwavering.
He looked down at Superman—the man who had always been a symbol of invincibility—now barely conscious in his arms. His usual scowl was gone, replaced by something else.
Something almost… concerned.
Superboy slowly lowered Superman to the ground, kneeling beside him as the other heroes began to arrive.
The battle was over.
But the cost had yet to be counted.