Earth is Dying

The world screamed.

Not figuratively.

It screamed literally.

Every building, every mountain, every molecule of the world exploded as the Failsafe's treachery released a power beyond human understanding.

The oceans rose into the air.

The continents shattered.

Whole cities inhaled themselves inward, folding into the abyss.

Humans did not die.

They were erased.

As though they had never been.

And in the burning heavens above…

The Failsafe and the Celestial watched.

Mark's Horror—Omni-Man's Final Order

Mark lurched forward, breath gasping, his vision reeling.

The sky was unraveling.

He had dealt with world-ending dangers before.

He had battled gods, warlords, and monsters.

He had never seen this.

This wasn't war.

This wasn't destruction.

This was total erasure.

Omni-Man clamped Mark's arm, his grip unyielding.

"Mark, listen to me!" His voice was urgent.

Mark spun, his chest convulsing.

Omni-Man's eyes locked on his son's.

"You need to get out of here."

Mark's blood ran cold.

"What?!"

Omni-Man's jaw clenched.

"This is a fight we can't win. We need to get out of this world."

Mark glared at him.

"You're telling me to flee?!"

Omni-Man took a deep breath.

"No." His tone was authoritative.

"I'm telling you to live."

Mark's gut turned.

Because for the first time…

His dad wasn't attempting to win.

He was attempting to save him.

And that scared him more than anything.

Superman vs. The Failsafe—A Fight Beyond Gods

Superman blazed across the sky, his body a blazing comet of raw power.

His wound continued to bleed.

His strength was waning.

But he didn't care.

Because he wasn't going to let this occur.

The Failsafe swung toward him, his blazing white eyes serene.

"You still oppose," he said softly.

Superman's fists clenched.

"You betrayed us."

The Failsafe's face didn't change.

"I was never in your camp."

Superman disappeared.

Then

BOOM.

His fist hit the Failsafe in the face.

The blow shattered the clouds, creating a shockwave so intense it split the moon.

The Failsafe stumbled.

But he didn't fall.

Instead

He grinned.

"Good," he whispered.

"Fight harder."

Then he fought back.

And the world imploded.

The League's Last Hope: A Plan That Shouldn't Exist

On the smoldering ashes of the Watchtower, Batman's fingers flew across the control panel.

There was no winning this battle.

Not in any way that made sense.

So he had one final plan.

A plan so crazy, so wild, so impossible that it shouldn't even be contemplated.

Cyborg gazed at the screen, his voice trembling.

"Bruce, this is suicide."

Batman's jaw clenched.

"Perhaps."

Wonder Woman's hold on her broken sword tightened.

"If we do this, there's no turning back," she said.

Batman took a sharp breath.

"There is no 'back.'"

He hit a final button.

And the Watchtower's emergency protocol engaged.

A last failsafe.

A weapon so potent, it had been buried deep in the League's files.

And now?

Now it was their only hope.

A voice boomed over the ruined satellite.

"Omega Protocol activated."

Mark's comm crackled.

"Grayson!" Batman's voice.

Mark struggled for air.

"Batman, what in the world is going on?!"

Batman's tone was quiet. Unhinged.

"The Earth is lost."

Mark took a sharp intake of breath.

"But we can prevent it."

Mark's knuckles whitened.

"How?!"

Batman's response?

A single word.

"Time."

The Failsafe was gaining.

Superman was failing.

Omni-Man and Mark were out of time.

The Celestial was wiping out reality itself.

And in the wreckage of the Watchtower,

A weapon was activated.

Not a bomb.

Not a superweapon.

Something worse.

Something forbidden.

The Omega Protocol.

A desperation failsafe intended to reboot time itself.

A temporal detonation that would blast the entire universe back.

But there was a catch.

It required a conduit.

A sacrifice.

And Batman?

Batman already knew who it had to be.

The Final Scene—The Last Sacrifice

Mark's comm buzzed.

"Batman?!"

A pause.

Then

"Goodbye, Grayson."

Mark's blood chilled.

The Watchtower's heart flared.

The Omega Protocol engaged.

And reality started to rewind.

The Earth, the stars, the war—all of it reversed.

Time itself imploded.

And then

The screen went black.

The Betrayal of the Failsafe

The sky shattered.

Not cracked.

Not burned.

Shattered.

Like glass shattering.

Mark couldn't catch his breath.

He stared in horror as the Failsafe, the final hope of Earth, bowed before the Celestial.

"I have served my purpose," the Failsafe whispered.

Then he raised his hand.

And Earth started to come apart.

Superman's Last Flight

Superman clenched his teeth.

He could hardly move.

His body was still broken.

He should have been dead.

But he wasn't.

Because his father, Jor-Elwas keeping him up.

Superman gazed at him. "How… how is this possible?"

Jor-El's face was serene.

"There is no time to explain," he replied simply. "You must stop him."

Superman's fingers curled into fists.

He glanced down.

He saw Earth shattering.

He saw the Failsafe betraying them.

He saw Mark, battered and weakened, barely standing.

And he saw the Celestial, hanging over it all.

The war was done.

They had lost.

Unless

Superman struggled to move.

"Not yet," he snarled.

Then he flew.

The Last Stand—The Heroes' Final Attack

Omni-Man took Mark by the collar.

"Get up," he snarled. "We don't have time for you to be weak."

Mark gasped. "Dad, I can't."

Omni-Man shook him.

"Then Earth dies."

Mark stared at him.

His father's eyes weren't angry.

They weren't cruel.

They were desperate.

Mark balled his fists.

Then he pushed himself to his feet.

Omni-Man faced the sky.

The Failsafe and the Celestial loomed over them.

Mark's voice was rough. "What do we do?"

Omni-Man's face was hard.

"We put an end to this."

Then they charged.

The Betrayer Reveals His Plan

The Failsafe spun around, watching as Superman, Mark, and Omni-Man rushed towards him.

For an instant, he did nothing.

Then

He smiled.

"You still don't get it," he said.

Then he moved.

Quicker than anyone had ever moved.

Before Mark could move, the Failsafe was behind him.

A hand around Mark's skull.

And then

BOOM.

Mark shrieked as he was pounded into the ground.

Cracks radiated for miles.

Omni-Man bellowed, throwing a punch. Fail-Safe deflected it with ease.

He twisted Omni-Man's arm.

And broke it in two.

Omni-Man gagged on a scream.

Before he could recover, Fail Safe kicked him in the chest, blasting him across the battlefield.

Then he turned to Superman.

And for the first time…

Superman saw the reality.

The Failsafe's eyes weren't human.

They never were.

They were empty.

Like something that had never lived to start with.

"You were all fools," the Failsafe said.

Then he stretched out into the air.

And ripped reality itself apart.

The Final Horror—The Void Beyond Existence

The sky was turned inside out.

A gap in reality itself opened up above them.

A gap that went nowhere.

Not space.

Not time.

Just nothing.

The Celestial's eyes shone.

"The process is complete."

Mark, spitting up blood, crawled to his knees.

He gazed up at the hole in the sky.

And for the first time,

He felt something more terrible than fear.

He felt absence.

Like his soul was already being dismantled.

Omni-Man struggled to breathe. "What… what is that?"

The Celestial spoke.

"It is the uncreation."

Superman's heart pounded against his ribs.

Because he realized.

This wasn't a black hole.

This wasn't a superweapon.

This wasn't a creature.

It was the end of everything.

And once it destroyed Earth…

Nothing would exist ever again.

Superman confronted the Failsafe, his voice shaking with rage.

"You betrayed us for this?"

The Failsafe grinned.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

Then he indicated the Celestial.

"You thought he was the one in control?"

Superman's breath froze.

And then

Something emerged from the rift.

The True Final Boss—The Unmaker Arrives

It was unthinkable.

Not a creature.

Not a deity.

Something that should not be.

Something that never was and was always present.

Mark felt his mind shattering.

Omni-Man reeled back.

Superman stiffened.

The Celestial, the godlike being that had been destroying reality

Kneeled.

Superman's heart halted.

And then the Unmaker spoke.

Not in words.

In sheer will.

"There was never supposed to be a universe."

Superman's fists trembled. "No."

The Unmaker faced him.

And smiled.

"Yes."

Then

With a flick of its fingers,

It snapped its fingers.

And reality shattered.

The planet shook.

Buildings toppled.

Oceans rose into the air.

Mountains folded in on themselves.

And at the heart of it all

The Failsafe stood with his hand raised.

Not saving Earth.

Ravaging it.

His golden presence had become darker.

Something perverse.

Mark looked on in terror.

"You're supposed to be on our side!"

The Failsafe smirked.

"You believe I was made to defend you?"

He shifted his attention to Batman, hovering far above in the Watchtower.

"You were always the brightest, detective."

Batman's jaw clenched.

"You weren't made as a tool."

The Failsafe's smirk grew larger.

"I was made as a lock."

The Truth—The Real Threat Was Never the Celestial

The Celestial's blazing white eyes observed without interference.

As if it had been waiting for this.

The Failsafe looked at Superman hanging limply, still recovering from his brush with death.

"You're powerful, Kal-El." His voice was close to. respectful. "But you were never the true enemy."

Superman's eyes flashed.

"Then what is?"

The Failsafe's eyes blazed.

He lifted a hand.

And the very fabric of space warped.

The sky tore open.

And behind him

Something stirred.

A darkness greater than space itself.

A power so old and immense that even the Celestial tilted its head.

And then

It spoke.

"The lock is broken."

Mark's breath caught.

Omni-Man's face paled.

And then

The universe screamed.

Beyond Gods—The Real Enemy Awakens

The rift was torn open.

From within it, something stepped out.

Something not tied by time.

Something older than the multiverse itself.

Something feared even by the Celestial.

A figure wrapped in pure darkness.

Not a man.

Not a god.

Something worse.

Its voice was not heard.

It was felt.

"I have waited long enough."

The Celestial, the being that erased Imperium with a single word

Stepped back.

The Betrayal—The Failsafe's True Purpose

Mark's fists clenched. "Who the hell is that?!"

The Failsafe smiled.

"This? This is the one thing the multiverse was built to contain."

His eyes flashed.

"You called me the Failsafe. That was your mistake."

He turned to Superman.

"I wasn't made to save your world, Kal-El."

His smile widened.

"I was made to keep Him from getting out."

Mark's stomach twisted.

"You let this thing out?"

The Failsafe exhaled.

"I didn't let Him out, child."

His burning gaze turned to the Celestial.

"You did."

The Celestial turned its head slowly.

For the first time

It seemed… uncertain.

The figure in the rift, the thing made of pure darkness, older than creation itself, moved forward.

And it raised a single hand.

The stars went out.

The very fabric of reality itself began to unravel.

Time unraveled.

Planets in distant galaxies hung suspended in mid-destruction.

Supernovas ceased expanding.

Entire civilizations that never should have existed suddenly came into being—then vanished.

The multiverse was shattering.

And there was no way to stop it.

Mark's whole body shook.

Superman's breath caught.

The Celestial, a creature greater than gods, slowly retreated.

And then, he did something nobody had ever witnessed before.

It bowed.

The dark form in the rift did not glance at the Celestial.

It did not notice it.

It did not care.

Its gaze, if it even had eyes, focused on Superman.

On Mark.

On Earth itself.

And then it spoke once more.

A whisper that destroyed entire timelines.

"I am the First Darkness."

A pause.

A silence that stretched beyond time.

Then

"And I have come to erase you all."

The rift burst outward.

A wave of black energy swept across the universe.

And then

Everything went white.