Housewarming with have_no_mercy.
Zod can scarcely believe his luck. Not that luck was very heavily relied upon, as his tightening grip seems to suggest Darkseid would have to pry Faora from lifeless arms before he left her behind.
Still, it's difficult not to feel like celebrating as the haze of teleportation clears and he sees her, standing in their mansion, outlined by their yellow sun. It's like something out of an uncommonly good dream, if dreams existed in ethereal exile.
"Welcome home."
Still, it's difficult not to feel like celebrating as the haze of teleportation clears and he sees her, standing in their mansion, outlined by their yellow sun. It's like something out of an uncommonly good dream, if dreams existed in ethereal exile.
"Welcome home."