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"This!" Kyle whispered, standing up abruptly and startling his Martian acolytes. "This… is something new."
He rose high above the Martian city, gazing out into the starlit night, searching for the source of the disturbance. Somewhere, across the void, he could feel the others moving—Diana, Kyla-el, Starfire, all hunting, all reaching, all hoping to restore what was lost.
"How did this happen? Why?"
"It's about time I make sure of it. It can't be this soon, not this easy." Kyle whispered to himself as a Martian joined him above.
"Are you leaving now?" The Martian asked softly.
"Yes." Kyle answered resolutely.
"(Sighs) We would have loved to teach you more of what we know on the…" The Martian resigned to his decision. There was no stopping him, even if he wanted to. He could only wish his newfound god well on his journey.
"Don't worry. With what I have learnt here, the rest will come easy." Kyle assured the Martians as he looked at his ring with narrowed eyes.
"And your bride?" The Martian asked.
"… Wait… umm… You mean… Uhh… Yeah, she uhh… She's fine, she's fine. We will meet up soon." Kyle went red as a tomato. Apparently, his sexual activity with Blackfire made the rounds all over the planet, and Blackfire was now accepted as his bride because of that. That would be a story to tell her whenever he meets her again.
Meanwhile,
The swirl of cosmic energy faded, and Diana stepped out of the boomtube onto the radiant surface of Oa, the homeworld of the Green Lantern Corps. The air here always carried a charge—electric with willpower, purpose, the faint tang of ozone from so many power rings burning in unison and now strong lust, a result of Raven's influence. Emerald light shimmered everywhere: in the sky, in the crystalline towers that soared overhead, and in the eyes of the Lanterns who watched the newcomer step into their sanctum.
Standing at the threshold, Diana drew a steadying breath, collecting her courage. She had barely processed the chaos of the past hours: Metron's schemes, the loss of Raven, the splintered goddess' variants now loose across the stars. Her legs felt heavy, every step echoing the weight of choices she couldn't take back. Yet she had no choice—she was here for Raven, and for those who still needed her.
A figure appeared at the far end of the landing platform, striding forward with a confidence that bordered on swagger. He was tall, built like a linebacker, with a mop of reddish hair, a strong jaw, and the glint of mischief in his green eyes. The uniform—green and black, with the Lantern insignia gleaming over his chest—fit him perfectly. Guy Gardner.
He grinned, offering a two-fingered salute. "Wonder Wo—Sword goddess," he corrected himself quickly, making a show of bowing and then straightening with a sly wink. "Word travels fast. Come on. They told me to keep an eye out for a living legend." He didn't let her protest, keeping things light and quirky, just turned and strode confidently into the heart of Oa's great citadel.
Diana followed while hovering above ground, her senses assaulted by the kaleidoscope of willpower. The corridors of the Lantern base were alive with green constructs—animals, shields, intricate machines—all the visible manifestations of the Corps' collective will. She passed warriors of every shape and size, some humanoid, others utterly alien. Each bowed in submission as she passed, their loyalty clear: they were all part of Raven's empire now, and her presence here was a reminder of just how much the universe had changed.
Guy led her through Oa's fabled gardens, where emerald flame grew like flowers and crystal trees hummed softly with energy. She saw Lanterns meditating among the roots, recharging their rings and their spirits. For a moment, Diana felt the pain and exhaustion of her journey ease—just a little. These warriors were steadfast, the backbone of their empire. Even amidst chaos, hope flourished here.
"Where is this Patrick?" Diana asked at last, the question breaking the reverent silence.
Guy stopped at the edge of a cliff overlooking a mountain range that glowed faintly in the eternal twilight. Diana felt something alive in the stone and air, something vast but gentle—a presence watching her. Her hand went unconsciously to her sword. Even amongst Raven's subjects, she should exercise caution, because after all, Metron appeared in a living planet Raven had conquered, who is to say another new god wasn't lying in wait for her here?
Guy coughed theatrically, glancing around as if looking for a hidden friend. "Uh… Patrick? The Sword Goddess is here. Pay your respects, big guy."
For a second, nothing happened. Then the entire mountain in front of them shifted, boulders and spires rumbling, until the stone itself seemed to melt into motion. The "mountain" unfurled massive, emerald wings and raised a head as wide as a starship, two golden eyes blinking open. It was a dragon—massive, western-styled, with scales like polished jade and a Green Lantern ring glowing on one gigantic claw. Patrick.
Diana's jaw dropped. She could feel the being's consciousness, vast and calm, touching her mind like a soft breeze. There was no malice, only patience and an overwhelming sense of wisdom.
The dragon bowed its head in a respectful greeting, rumbling in a voice that echoed in her bones: "They're waiting for you. And… I think they need you as much as you need them."
Diana glared, a little thrown off by how the dragon seemed to know her heart. "Is everyone here a mind reader now?"
Guy shrugged, grinning. "Patrick's got a knack, yeah. Reads hearts, not minds. Makes him pretty useful—besides, you want a dragon on your side in a fight, trust me."
Patrick closed his eyes, focusing. A delicate thread of telepathy wound through Diana's mind—gentle, with none of the invasive force she'd felt from Superboy Prime or other godly beings. This was a request, not a command, and Diana allowed it. Information flooded in: Kyla-el and Starfire's locations, their status, and a briefing from the frontlines of their hunt for the Raven variants. Patrick even included a "two-factor verification code," if you will, requiring Diana's mental assent for each message. It was comforting—a reminder she could still control something in a universe that seemed to spin out of her hands.
Because not too long ago, Superboy Prime invaded her mind quite easily without any need for her permission. It was an event she didn't want to relive anytime soon.
When the connection faded, Diana exhaled shakily. "Thank you, Patrick. For everything." The gratitude was genuine.
Guy grinned, stepping back as the dragon melted into the mountain once more. "Told you. Big guy, big help."
Diana wasted no time. She pulled out her Motherbox, the device humming with stored power. She reached out, using the information provided for coordinates and across the galaxy, the faces of Kyla-el and Starfire appeared in her mind's eye—tired, bruised, but alive. They looked back at her with hope and fierce determination. A boomtube appeared on the hill of a distant planet, and Diana walked out.
Starfire's smile was fleeting but real. "We found a trail," she said, voice clear despite the cosmic distance. "It's faint, but it's there. They keep zipping about, trying to throw us off—almost like they know we're tracking them."
Kyla-el chimed in, eyes narrowed with focus. "But then again, taking them alone is suicide. They're already wrecking our empire from the shadows with their random behaviour. But if we coordinate, we stand a chance. First, let's sync our Motherboxes."
They exchanged frequencies, Kyla-el guiding them through the process like a patient instructor. Even here, Diana marvelled at how far she'd come since Raven's arrival—once, she'd have fumbled with alien tech. Now she handled it with ease, a warrior-queen among gods.
With a new sense of unity, Diana nodded. "I'll be ready. No matter what it takes."
Starfire's expression softened, but she looked away, the wounds between them still too raw to mend so quickly.
Let me guess, you weren't expecting Patrick to be... Patrick, right?
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