Meanwhile, On Apokolips...
Great smokestacks belch thick smoke into the air as fiery furnaces blaze with white-hot flame. The downtrodden masses toil under the relentless eye of their overseers, their dumb grunts occasionally punctuated by a yelp of pain as an overseer's whip finds an unlucky slave's back. The heat is enough to make Baghdad seem like a vacation spot and there's not an oasis in sight.
Hell? No, just another day on Apokolips.
But lo, who is this, ascending to the highest point, podium carried beside him. Could it be...?
Yes, it's him! Darkseid! All eyes turn to that mighty figure, as Darkseid, erect and proud, stands before the podium.
"Loyal citizens of Apokolips!" Darkseid bellows. "Our cause is not over!"
Hell? No, just another day on Apokolips.
But lo, who is this, ascending to the highest point, podium carried beside him. Could it be...?
Yes, it's him! Darkseid! All eyes turn to that mighty figure, as Darkseid, erect and proud, stands before the podium.
"Loyal citizens of Apokolips!" Darkseid bellows. "Our cause is not over!"