Just as Pietro arrived at the battlefield, he was completely stunned by the devastation before him. He had imagined this conflict would be brutal—but he had still underestimated the sheer horror of this catastrophe.
The entirety of Gotham had become a warzone. Blood and corpses littered the streets, lives vanishing at an alarming rate. The battlefield was nothing short of a meat grinder, tearing everything to shreds.
Emotions of every kind filled the broken city, but Pietro didn't have time to process them—his only thought was to find any surviving heroes.
He could only hope that, in the chaos that erupted, some of Earth's defenders had managed to hold on. But then, Pietro's heartbeat skipped.
It was a sensation beyond words—a crushing, suffocating force, like the gaze of some ancient, malevolent entity settling upon him.
Without thinking, Pietro pushed his speed to the limit, transforming into a blur of silver light, trying desperately to outrun that haunting presence.
But he was too slow.
Death had already arrived.
"No!"
A look of disbelief flashed through Pietro's eyes.
In the next instant, a black hand shot out—clamping down on him with unrelenting grip.
"AAARRRGHHHH!!!"
An overwhelming energy erupted. The black shadow instantly merged with Pietro's body. His mind went blank as his entire being was swallowed by dark energy.
"Pietro!"
Kara's head snapped toward the scream, her eyes widening in horror. But by the time she saw him, Pietro was no longer himself.
His once-silver hair had turned black. His clothes had become a suit of dark armor. The aura of death radiated from his body, flooding the battlefield with pure pressure.
"That... is…"
Black Adam furrowed his brow—even he could feel a suffocating brush with mortality.
Death had found its host.
A wicked grin curled across Darkseid's face.
Long ago, he had captured Death itself. The entity known as the Black Racer—a walking embodiment of the end. The scythe it wielded was no less than a divine instrument for reaping souls.
As the Grim Reaper of the Positive Matter Universe, the Black Racer had always pursued those who defied fate—speedsters who believed they could outrun death. But every one of them, in the end, was devoured by it.
And now, Pietro—a speedster born to defy time itself—had become the Black Racer's perfect vessel.
"No! Get out of my body!"
Pietro clutched his head in agony, trying to resist.
But then, a voice spoke from within him, cold and eternal—like it rose from the deepest pit of the underworld: "All things must die. You must accept me. This is not evil—it is inevitability. Everything ends. You… are merely a cog in the great cosmic machine. Now… you are Death."
"I'm not… I'm not…"
"You must embrace the fusion. You must become… the Black Racer."
Death's whispers gnawed at Pietro's sanity, slowly taking control over his spasming, resisting body.
"To fulfill this perfect purpose… you must claim a life."
"What?!"
With that final revelation, Death fully seized control.
"AAAHHHH!!!"
Pietro unleashed a deafening roar, and a terrifying aura burst out from his body, shaking the battlefield with an overwhelming pressure that made every living being tremble.
Kara, Black Adam, and the others stared in horror. They couldn't believe that Pietro had become… this. Even the Anti-Monitor couldn't help but glance his way.
But Darkseid—seeing Pietro completely overtaken by Death—wore a cold, murderous smile at the corner of his lips.
"What did you do to Pietro?!"
Kara furiously stepped in front of Darkseid, her eyes glowing with dangerous energy, ready to explode at any moment.
Darkseid merely shook his head. Raising both hands, his body pulsed with the divine might of the New Gods.
"This was the only way. Unless that boy embraces Death, every universe will perish today."
Then, with a thunderous gesture, Darkseid pointed toward the Anti-Monitor—who was just now climbing out from the ruins.
"Black Racer, fulfill your purpose!"
"For Darkseid!!"
Without warning, a jet-black scythe appeared in Pietro's hand. The Scythe of Death slashed straight through the Anti-Monitor's armor, leaving a deep, gruesome wound.
Purple anti-matter energy poured out like a bleeding cosmic wound. The Anti-Monitor cried out, his massive form stumbling under the blow.
Darkseid didn't waste the opportunity—he fired an Omega Beam, striking the Anti-Monitor and sending him crashing into a shattered skyscraper.
As the Anti-Monitor began to succumb to Death's presence, Darkseid intensified his assault, channeling even more Omega Energy into the beam now enveloping the Anti-Monitor's chest, pinning him in place.
Death—silent, spectral—circled the Anti-Monitor like a predator, carving more and more gashes across his colossal form.
The purple anti-matter energy poured out like a leaking star. Even a god of the Anti-Matter Universe couldn't resist the conceptual force of Death itself. The Anti-Monitor's power began to falter.
"Your cursed existence ends now!"
Darkseid snarled, giving the final command to his reaper.
"Finish him, Black Racer!"
But what Darkseid didn't see… was the Anti-Monitor's broken face curling into a twisted, mocking grin.
Suddenly, the Anti-Monitor thrust out a hand—and unleashed a wave of Anti-Life Equation energy in a devastating shockwave that tore through the air.
Darkseid staggered back two steps, but he only roared in rage: "I once wielded that power! Do you really think the Anti-Life Equation can control a god!?"
"Foolish New God…"
The Anti-Monitor's voice was cold and scornful. His eyes gleamed with contempt.
"I was never trying to control you. In fact, I should thank you…"
"You just handed me the most powerful weapon in the multiverse."
Darkseid's expression instantly changed.
He couldn't believe it. Darkseid turned to look at the Black Racer—only to realize that his connection to Death was being disrupted by an unknown force. The link was growing weaker and fainter with every passing second.
Impossible.
Darkseid's eyes widened in disbelief. Death was a concept—an abstract force that transcended the material universe. Not even he could claim to have completely captured such an entity. Even if the Anti-Monitor had the full Anti-Life Equation, how could he possibly control something like Death?
"I can't control Death's mind…"
As if reading Darkseid's thoughts, the Anti-Monitor let out a wicked laugh and slowly rose to his feet. Terrifying anti-matter energy surged into his hands, distorting the very fabric of space around him.
"But..."
Clenching his fists, a vortex of purple anti-matter energy gathered in the Anti-Monitor's palms. Sensing the threat, Darkseid didn't dare hold back—his eyes glowed bright red as he concentrated all of his Omega Energy.
"I can control Death's host!!"
With that roar, a devastating blast of anti-matter energy erupted from the Anti-Monitor. And alongside it, the Black Racer—now twisted under the Anti-Monitor's influence—swerved violently and turned against Darkseid.
The Anti-Life Equation flows through my veins!!
Before Darkseid could release his Omega Beams, the Black Racer struck first. The scythe, symbol of Death itself, pierced straight through Darkseid's chest.
There was a thunderous explosion. The Anti-Monitor's raw anti-matter blast struck Darkseid square in the body.
With one final roar of fury and disbelief… Darkseid's life was taken by Death.
The earth split open.
The skies changed color.
A deafening shockwave ripped through the realm. Beneath Darkseid's feet, the ground burst like a volcanic eruption. Heat and molten rock exploded outward in a perfect ring, splattering magma and divine blood across the battlefield. The entire world seemed to tremble.
It felt like the true end of days. The entire globe convulsed in a cataclysmic shift.
Kara, Black Adam, and the others were blown back by the shockwave. As they struggled to steady themselves, their eyes instinctively turned toward the epicenter.
No one could have imagined it. Just moments ago, Darkseid had the upper hand—on the verge of victory. And now? He had been brutally slain in an instant by the Anti-Monitor's sudden reversal.
It all became clear: During the prolonged battle, while the Black Racer had been attacking the Anti-Monitor, Pietro—the host—had unknowingly absorbed traces of the Anti-Monitor's blood and power. The cursed Anti-Life Equation had seeped into Death's vessel.
Just as the Anti-Monitor had said: while he could not control a New God like Darkseid or a conceptual force like Death… he could control Pietro, Death's host.
The energy rising from the Anti-Monitor surged into the heavens, expanding violently.
Then—Omega Energy itself, once loyal to Darkseid, turned and shot toward the Anti-Monitor as if drawn by an unseen command.
"The New God is dead."
The Anti-Monitor's form expanded to titanic proportions, dwarfing the ruins of the city.
"The cycle ends now!!"
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