"Wait, Lothar, where are you going?"
"To get the Mother Boxes back."
ra, having retreated under Lothar's stern gaze, finally moved aside.
Superman Clark was dead, and Darkseid was nowhere to be found. Even though Lothar's body had just been "revived" by the nutrient fluid ra provided, in his opinion, retrieving the three Mother Boxes embedded in the Apokoliptian portal wasn't a problem. They represented his hope of returning ho.
"Wait, Lothar, I have a question for you."
"Just one question."
ra bit her lip, asking the question that had been buried in her heart since she ascended as the Queen of the Seas.
"You approached initially, it wasn't because of the Mother Boxes, was it?"
ra didn't know what Lothar wanted the Mother Boxes for, but she knew this question had been weighing on her for a long ti. Ever since Lothar suddenly appeared and ruined her coronation, this question had been stuck in her mind. A series of subsequent events had prevented ra from ever having the chance to ask it.
Now, the opportunity had arrived. All obstacles were gone. She had ample ti and a perfect chance to ask this question. She knew asking it now was ill-tid, even a bit self-defeating, but she followed her heart and asked.
Lothar's unconscious utterance of "Hela" earlier was the most important reason for her decision, bar none.
"..." Lothar stopped, turning his head, glancing at ra behind him out of the corner of his eye.
"No."
After a long pause, the words that left Lothar's mouth brought a smile to ra's face.
"It was precisely because of the Mother Boxes."
ra's smile instantly stiffened: "What did you say?"
"Woz said you were the guardian of the Mother Boxes." Lothar lightly tipped his toes, flying towards Gotham without looking back.
ra stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at Lothar's cold, departing back.
Barry Allen, feeling like he'd just witnessed a relationship crumble, stood in the ruins behind ra, scratching his head, every stance feeling awkward.
Barry Allen had, of course, clearly seen ra's feelings for Lothar over the past three days, but this outco was sothing Barry Allen had never anticipated. Shouldn't they have embraced and cried, then lived happily ever after? That's how it always played out on TV.
And that "Hela" Lothar had ntioned earlier, Barry Allen had heard Bruce Wayne say that she was a Norse goddess who supposedly died in Ragnarök.
In this day and age, Hela's grave weeds were probably a lush green prairie by now. Why was Lothar still thinking of her? Just because Hela was the Goddess of Death? ra, the Queen of the Seas, wasn't bad either.
"Um, ra, I think—"
"No need to comfort , Barry. I've actually had an answer to this in my heart for a long ti; I just wanted to confirm it with him."
ra, having composed herself, turned around. The Golden Trident, which had been stuck to one side, returned to her hand at her summons. She had already prepared herself for this. Long ago. And Lothar's previous answer also gave ra another piece of information, another piece of information that made her happy.
"Let's go. First, let's shatter that Apokoliptian portal. After Lothar takes down all three Mother Boxes."
ra didn't know where Darkseid had gone, but she knew that as long as the Apokoliptian portal was destroyed, the Apokoliptian forces wreaking havoc across the world would no longer receive reinforcents.
The weapons Bruce Wayne left behind were enough to help the remaining humans annihilate those terrifying Parademons. Especially with Barry Allen, the Flash, still alive.
"Understood."
Seeing that ra herself said she was fine, Barry Allen had nothing more to say and followed ra onto the water current express.
anwhile, in mid-air.
A miniature version of the blue robotic cat sat on the edge of the bracelet that had returned to Lothar's wrist.
"You shouldn't have said that, Your Highness."
Woz scratched its head, looking troubled. When ra asked that question, Woz had actually provided Lothar with the answer, but to its surprise, Lothar didn't follow its given answer this ti.
"All of this between ra and , you arranged it, didn't you, Woz?"
Whoosh!
Lothar's words made Woz, who was dangling its short legs on the bracelet, instantly straighten up, stamring a denial: "No... no."
Woz still clung to its last shred of stubbornness.
"Alright, it was ." Under Lothar's death stare, the overwheld Woz ekly lowered its head and admitted its mistake.
"Why did you do it?"
Lothar asked, his face cold.
"You needed comfort, Your Highness." The exposed Woz confessed truthfully.
The plan to return ho by opening a multiverse portal with the Mother Boxes had a possibility of failure. For Lothar's psychological well-being, Woz had to plan ahead to ensure there was soone in this world who could heal Lothar's emotional wounds if the plan failed.
ra was that person. Otherwise, given Lothar's personality, if the plan failed, he could easily get stuck in a rut and never recover.
"Don't do such superfluous things in the future. I won't like anyone." Lothar snorted, flying directly towards the Apokoliptian portal above Gotham.
"Then why did you call Hela's na while you were unconscious...? And when ra asked you earlier, why did you remain silent for a while...?"
Shrinking its seemingly non-existent neck, the mini robotic cat Woz muttered softly. In Woz's opinion, based on its understanding of Lothar, if he truly felt nothing for ra deep down, he wouldn't have hesitated so long before answering her question. And he wouldn't have expressed disappointnt in ra when helping her retrieve the Golden Trident earlier.
The fact that Lothar could even say that implied that he had already compared ra to so woman he knew in his heart. And among the won Lothar knew who were independent and didn't rely on others, and were still alive, there were only Hela and Proxima Midnight.
"What did you say?" Lothar flew to the ancient bronze Apokoliptian portal, raising an eyebrow and asking.
"No! Nothing, Your Highness Lothar!"
Woz stood at attention, then zipped back into the bracelet's spatial pocket.
"Lothar!"
"One last question!"
"What do you want the Mother Boxes for?!"
"Answer , please!"
On the ground, ra, holding the Golden Trident, looked up and shouted loudly.
"...To go ho."
"I should have told you, I'm going back."
"Going back to kill Odin, and destroy Asgard."
Lothar glanced at the woman on the ground, then averted his gaze. Using the thod Woz displayed on the light screen, he dismantled the three Mother Boxes from the Apokoliptian portal one by one.
"Environntal scan complete. No dangerous energy sources detected."
"Adjusting Mother Box energy output."
"Mother Box energy output adjustnt complete. Calibrating original universe coordinates."
"Universe coordinates calibrated, Your Highness. Please use your energy to ignite the three Mother Boxes." Woz, now focused on its task, unfurled eight chanical arms from its back, constantly calibrating the three Mother Boxes in front of Lothar.
"Oh? So, you're from that universe, are you?"
Suddenly, a hoarse, deep voice ca from behind the Apokoliptian portal. Lothar's face instantly changed!
What?!
Darkseid!
When?!
"It truly is a nice place. I'm curious, how many more like you are there in that place, who could be useful to ?"
BOOM!!!
A pillar of light, spanning between heaven and earth, suddenly struck Lothar from the sky. Its speed was so great that even Woz couldn't react. Its eight chanical arms instantly shattered, and its round body tumbled to the ground.
A figure with a dominating aura slowly erged from the pillar of light. The three Mother Boxes spun around before him... The brutal multiversal conqueror, the incredibly powerful Lord of Apokolips—Darkseid!
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