Black Mask clenched his teeth beneath the smooth obsidian mask, muscles tensing as he fought to regain control of his body. He could feel the power of his Dream surging to repair the wound in his chest. Still, when he glanced down and saw the gaping hole carved clean through his torso, his fury only deepened. The attack had pierced straight through his right lung and exited his back, leaving a perfect, smoking void.
Even as the wound closed, confusion and rage burned hotter than the pain. Someone had just fired a projectile powerful enough to tear through his body—and they had done it from so far away that even his perception, vast enough to cover continents, could not detect them.
He scanned the battlefield. Nothing. Only the distant shimmer of heat and ruin. Whoever the shooter was, he was so far away that he was invisible, yet still able to land a perfect shot.
