Invasion part 3

Diana's heart raced as she soared through the air, her powerful wings beating through the atmosphere. Her eyes locked onto Superman, barely able to stand after the brutal blast he'd just endured. His body was battered, blood seeping from deep gashes that marred his once-impenetrable skin. The vibrant aura of his Kryptonian power had flickered and dimmed, leaving him weak and trembling in her grasp. His eyes, usually filled with unshakable resolve, were dull, and the energy that had once surged through his veins had been drained away, leaving him a mere shadow of the hero he had been.

"Come on," Diana urged, her voice tight with worry, "I'll take you to the Fortress to recover!"

Her tone was steady, but the panic beneath her words was undeniable. She couldn't lose him, not like this. Superman's head lulled to the side, his breath shallow and labored. His eyes flickered toward her, but it was as if he didn't have the strength to fully focus. She hesitated for only a moment, but it was enough to confirm the grim reality, he was on the brink of collapse.

As she pulled him closer, her gaze shifted downward. What had been left of William after the brutal attack was scarcely recognizable. The force of the blast had left him in a state of agony, his body scorched and twisted, skin charred beyond recognition. His once-proud form had been reduced to a blackened husk, the only sign of life the flickering embers that clung desperately to his broken body. The fires around him danced like a cruel mockery of life, and though his chest heaved weakly, Diana could feel no heartbeat beneath her fingers.

She swallowed the knot in her throat, unwilling to believe it, but she couldn't ignore the truth. William was gone.

With a grim look on her face, Diana turned her focus back to Superman, his weight pressing against her as she took off again, wings folding beneath her in a graceful arc. The wind howled as they descended, streaking downward toward the icy expanse of the North Pole. A thick layer of snow and ice stretched out beneath them, and the storm clouds above churned with dark, swirling energy. She tried to push away the tension gnawing at her, but even now, she could sense the chaos that raged around her.

Though she remained focused on her charge, Diana's senses couldn't ignore the violence unfolding below. In the distance, the shriek of battle could be heard, Hawkgirl, newly freed from her captors, now clashed fiercely with Zatanna in a dazzling display of raw strength against mystic power. The two women were locked in a dance of light and shadow, with Hawkgirl's weapon crackling through the air in blinding arcs while Zatanna's magic twisted around her, dark and radiant in its own right. Sparks flew, and the ground trembled beneath their fight as raw power was unleashed in waves.

Farther away, Raven was locked in a similarly intense struggle with Captain Atom. Dark tendrils of magic, her demonic summons writhing and clawing, surged toward the hero in an unrelenting barrage. Captain Atom fought valiantly, his atomic energy flaring as he attempted to fend off the attacks, but Raven's onslaught was ceaseless. Shadows twisted and danced around her, feeding on his every effort, growing stronger with each blow.

Diana's resolve tightened as she soared ever lower, her wings slicing through the wind. The chaos below was of no concern to her now, only getting Superman to safety mattered. But even in her focus, the sound of clashing forces and the distant echoes of magic and might reminded her of the great cost of this battle.

The world around them seemed to tremble under the weight of it all.

Unbeknownst to the fierce combatants locked in battle across the planet, the very fabric of space began to tremble, signaling the arrival of something far beyond their comprehension. In the vast, endless reaches of the cosmos, a series of Boom Tubes, dimensional gateways, ripped open with a deafening crack of raw cosmic energy. Through these glowing apertures surged an armada of colossal vessels, their sleek, dark forms cutting through the stars like the harbingers of doom themselves.

The ships, each one a massive fortress of technology and malevolent intent, cast enormous shadows over the Earth, their sheer size dwarfing the largest of space stations and satellites. A blackened, ominous veil stretched over entire regions as the vessels began to descend through the atmosphere with terrifying precision. Their descent was as inevitable as the passage of time itself, and their destination was unquestionable.

"RUMBLE!" The ground beneath Metropolis quaked violently as the first, and by far the largest, of the warships touched down, its massive feet hitting the earth with a thundering crash. The immense shockwave from its landing sent ripples through the city, buckling the streets and shattering windows for miles around. Tall skyscrapers, once symbols of human ambition and progress, groaned and cracked under the pressure, toppling like fragile toys beneath the overwhelming weight of the invader's vessel.

For a moment, everything seemed suspended in time, a city frozen in the eye of the storm. Then, as the dust and debris settled, a chilling realization washed over the panicked citizens below: this was no ordinary assault. The warship's hull was adorned with symbols of dread, its surface adorned with dark metallic ridges and sharp, jagged angles, an unmistakable sign that it belonged to the New Gods of Apokolips.

As the massive craft took its place in the heart of Metropolis, its shadow stretched far and wide, darkening entire blocks as it planted itself like a monstrous claim on the city. The engines of the ship powered down with an earth-shaking hiss, but the ominous hum of the craft's technology lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the threat that now loomed over the entire world.

From the bow of the warship, a massive ramp descended, revealing a battlefield-ready legion of Parademons, their eyes glowing with malevolent hunger. The ramp was only the beginning. The skies above Metropolis darkened further as more Boom Tubes flickered open, spilling forth even more ships, each larger and more terrifying than the last.

The colossal doors of the largest ship creaked and groaned as they swung open, revealing a dark, foreboding figure. A being made of blackened volcanic stone, his body a grotesque amalgamation of jagged rock and molten veins, stood tall against the backdrop of the charred skyline. With a guttural roar that shook the very heavens, he bellowed, "RA!"

His voice reverberated through the decimated cityscape, causing the remaining structures to tremble and sending a wave of unease across the battlefield. The sound was like thunder, a primal cry that echoed through the ruins, carrying a promise of devastation. The sound was so potent that it reached the ears of both the tyrannical regime's champions and the insurgent forces, drawing their attention like moths to a flame.

With a thunderous crash, the stone giant plunged down from his ship, his massive form cutting through the air like a comet. "BOOM!" The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, a mighty explosion of power that tore through the remnants of the city's once-proud towers, reducing them to crumbling husks. From the epicenter of the impact, a cascade of molten energy erupted, splintering the ground into jagged cracks as lava began to spill freely from the chasms. The air was thick with the stench of burning stone, and the sky itself seemed to darken with the intensity of the heat.

As the massive figure slowly rose from the molten inferno, his massive form unfurling from the depths of destruction, the air around him shimmered with heat. Lava cascaded down his stone limbs, evaporating the very moisture in the atmosphere as his chest heaved with the power of his arrival. The earth itself groaned under his weight, the shattered remnants of the city lying like broken toys at his feet. "I AM DARKSEID!" his voice boomed again, each syllable carrying an ancient authority, a weight that made the very air crackle with malevolent power.

His eyes, glowing like twin suns of crimson fury, scanned the devastation he had wrought. The heat of his presence burned through the remnants of the city, scorching the land as if nature itself were bowing to his might. "I'VE COME FOR CONQUEST, NOW BOW, MORTALS!" Darkseid's command thundered through the ruined streets, a declaration of dominance so intense that the very atmosphere seemed to ripple in submission. The air itself quivered under the pressure, as if the heavens themselves were recoiling at the sheer magnitude of his power.

His form towered above the wreckage, a god in the truest sense, surrounded by the echoes of the destruction he had unleashed. The earth beneath his feet cracked and trembled in fear, the lava flowing like a river of death. His voice, full of malice and conquest, rang out again, this time reaching even the furthest corners of the broken city. The champions of the regime and insurgency alike could feel the weight of his words, as if the very earth beneath them had shifted, threatening to swallow them whole. Darkseid had arrived. And nothing would stand in his way.

William lay motionless amidst the shattered debris of the moon's desolate surface, his once-pristine battle attire now torn and stained with the remnants of the brutal clash. The faint, eerie light of the distant Earth cast long shadows over his broken form, highlighting the deep, charred burns that marred his body like the aftermath of a catastrophic storm. His chest, once a firm canvas of strength, was now scorched and mangled, the flesh blackened and crumbling away in delicate flakes as though the very essence of life was fleeing his body.

But even in this state of ruin, the indomitable force of his will remained. "crunch!" a sound is heard, impossibly, the burned remnants of his skin began to stir. The air around him seemed to hum with a quiet energy as his body entered an automatic, subconscious recovery mode. With each passing second, the damaged tissue shuddered and peeled away, revealing new layers of flesh beneath—flesh that seemed far more resilient, far more refined than what had been there before. The burnt, blood-slicked remnants of his chest flaked away like ash on a windless day, revealing fresh, smooth skin that pulsed with a faint, radiant glow.

The injuries on his neck, where the brutal marks of battle had marred his once-perfect form, began to close, as if time itself had rewound. The delicate burns and bloodied scabs dissolved into nothingness, replaced by flawless, unmarred skin, as though the wounds had never existed. His arms, too, which had borne the brunt of the harshest impacts, began to heal. The agonizing, raw flesh that had once been torn and battered began to regenerate, the shredded muscles knitting themselves back together with an almost unnatural speed. The once-dark, tender wounds shifted into pristine, untouched skin that seemed to shimmer with vitality.

As the healing process continued, the atmosphere around him seemed to grow heavier, filled with the quiet hum of power, as if the very moon itself acknowledged the transformation taking place. The battered surface of the lunar landscape, scarred by the impact of his previous battles, lay still and silent as the final remnants of his old injuries melted away, leaving no trace of the violence that had once ravaged his body. All that remained was a body so pristine it might have been untouched by conflict—a perfect image of renewal, serenity, and strength.

His chest rose and fell ever so slightly, a sign that the cycle of healing had completed. The young warrior, once ravaged and broken, now lay unmoving on the silent moon, his body restored and ready. 

[High Zenkai boost achieved power level increased by 200% increasing base power level from 9,153,812.5 to 1,830,762,500.]

A cataclysmic surge of power erupted from within William's very being, sending shockwaves rippling through the air around him. The lunar dust around his prone body swirled like a violent tempest as an overwhelming maelstrom of ki began to churn and crackle, cascading around him in radiant spirals of emerald energy. The very ground beneath him trembled in response, as if the moon itself recoiled at the primal force awakening from within the warrior. His body, still broken from the previous battle, pulsed with an otherworldly aura, the power crackling through his veins, an insatiable beast yearning to be unleashed.

Finally, the gaping wound left by Diana's Spear, a brutal reminder of the ferocity of their confrontation, sealed itself with a low, grinding sound. The torn flesh knit back together, the last traces of the attack vanishing as though they had never been. As the final remnants of the injury faded into oblivion, William's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a gaze unlike any mortals. His eyes, no longer human, were thick, beastly slits of deep, glowing green, a primal, predatory glow emanating from them. The green flame flickering within his pupils burned with an intensity that seemed to reflect the very power swirling inside him.

The aura of ki around his body crackled with restless energy, thick and volatile like a storm ready to explode. For a moment, the air itself seemed to hold its breath.

William's body stirred. With a grunt of effort, he rose to his feet, his limbs still heavy with the echoes of battle but now brimming with newfound strength. He clenched his fist tightly, and with that motion, the very air around his hand seemed to distort. The atmosphere trembled under the pressure, an invisible force so potent it rattled the lunar surface, and William could feel it, a raw, pure strength surging through him, far beyond anything he had experienced before. His senses exploded with awareness, and the deep rumble of power reverberated through his chest as the ground beneath his feet shook in tandem with his awakening.

"RUMBLE!" The force of his grip echoed with a thunderous sound, shaking the very particles of the moon as his hand tightened. He stood there for a moment, taken aback by how invincible he felt. The sheer strength within him was unlike anything he had ever known.

Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed a jagged piece of lunar rock, lifting it effortlessly with one hand. The weight, or rather the lack of it, was astounding. Testing the heft in his palm, William tossed it high into the air, his eyes narrowing as he watched it sail toward a nearby asteroid.

"WHOOSH!" The stone shot forward with an incredible velocity, far surpassing anything William could have anticipated. His eyes widened as it blazed through the vacuum of space, a streak of raw force. He could barely track its motion before, with a deafening impact, the rock slammed into the asteroid.

"BOOM!" A massive shockwave rippled outward, and the asteroid trembled violently upon impact. A deep crater formed at the point of collision, sending debris scattering into space like confetti, the evidence of the overwhelming force William had just exerted. The scale of it was astounding, something so small had caused such catastrophic damage. William's heart pounded with realization.

"I'm stronger than I was when I transformed before!" he murmured, his voice tinged with awe.

A sense of exhilaration surged through him as he focused inward, harnessing the depths of his power and channeling it into the transformation that had once been his breakthrough. His muscles bulged, tightening with a ferocity that felt both alien and exhilarating. His hair, once dark, now blazed into a brilliant golden hue as the very energy inside him exploded outward. A corona of pure ki flared around him, a golden aura that flickered like flames in the void of space.

"WHOOSH!" The energy radiating from him surged with such force that it cracked the silence of the moon's surface. The pressure of his transformation intensified, a wave of energy rippling outward, disturbing the very fabric of space around him.

The explosion of power caught the attention of something far beyond his control. A series of ships in the distance, previously navigating through the stars, altered their course as if guided by an instinctual pull toward the raw energy. From these ships, swarms of Parademons were released, flapping their leathery wings as they sped toward the source of the overwhelming aura. They moved like a storm, a horde of locusts descending on their prey, all drawn to the pulsing ki flare emanating from William's golden form.

The air crackled, tension mounting in the wake of his transformation as the moon itself seemed to vibrate under the force of the power he had unleashed. William stood there, his eyes now ablaze with determination, his heart beating to the rhythm of the storm within. His transformation was complete, and he was ready for the battle that awaited him.