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Both Jason and Mahoraga slammed into Superman like a hammer and an anvil—two predators trained to finish a single kill. They did not dance around him; they put him in the center and stripped him raw. Fists rained, kicks hammered, the cadence brutal and unrelenting. Each blow bit deeper than the last. Superman dodged, he blocked, but the strikes found purchase. With every hit, his speed shuddered, his ribs tightened, his breath came harder. This double assault was dedicated to one purpose: end him.
"AGHHHHHHHH!" Superman roared and lasered in blind fury, heat vision carving the plaza sky—only for Jason's hand to clamp around his throat and force his head up. The laser scoured the air while Mahoraga's fists kept crashing into Superman's midsection. The shikigami's blows were ugly and efficient; they did not seek elegant finishes, only to crush and to weaken. Superman's gut took blow after blow until he doubled, breath stuttering as the green aura on Mahoraga seemed to sap the light from him.
Superman found a gap. An elbow drove into Jason's sternum, sending him staggering. He spun, lasered Mahoraga with a furious beam that shredded armor and flesh alike, then hurtled forward and slammed into Jason so hard they both skidded across the marble and shattered a row of statues.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STOP ME! NEVER!" Superman screamed, fists swinging like tectonic plates. He hammered at Jason with everything left in him. Jason ate the blows—cheeks splitting, blood foaming at his mouth—and smiled through it, the grin wet with the copper taste of his own teeth.
"Look at that," Jason rasped, wiping a smear with the back of his hand. "Your punches are weaker. And weaker. How long will you keep going, eh?"
Mahoraga came behind him again and rammed into Superman, forcing the Last Son off Jason for a second. The two titans slammed into one another—punch for punch, shove for shove—locked in a brutal stalemate that rocked the plaza. For a beat it looked like neither would give.
Then Superman's voice rose, furious and fevered. "You think I haven't fought Kryptonite? I lived with it. I adapted." He spat the confession like a weapon. "Every day for a year—room full of it. I trained through the burn. I learned to resist. Nothing can stop me."
He backed the words with violence. Superman punched Mahoraga with a series of blows that would have felled mountains. He wrenched the shikigami's head, fingers plunging toward eyes in a blind bid to split skull from bone. The attack was savage, close to obscene in its intent.
Jason intervened, kicking Superman away hard enough to buy time. He didn't clear the distance; he couldn't. Mahoraga dropped to his knees, the green aura sputtering as injuries opened like dark maps across his body. He was almost finished—racked and hollow.
Superman stood over the crumpled form, chest heaving. He looked at Jason with a cold, absolute hunger. "Now your second toy is done for. Can you survive me? It's over now. I'll kill you—and then I'll end the Resistance, piece by piece."
Jason exhaled, flat and bored. He looked down at Mahoraga, at the scattered particles now resting in the hollow of his palm.
"Are you done now? Is it fully ready?" he asked the hovering pieces without a change in tone. "I'm getting bored of his threats, honestly."
Mahoraga said nothing. The shikigami dissolved into fine motes and settled into Jason's hand like iron dust. Jason's smile was small and cold as he turned to face the ruined figure of Superman.
"I lied," he said, slow and deliberate. "The truth is—back then Mahoraga hadn't adapted to you. Kryptonite? I'd already acquired that long before, in my world. Mahoraga produces the ultimate weakness. Not some radiation that sometimes makes you sick—no. Not a stronger Kryptonian. Not even magic that confuses you."
He watched Superman strain to breathe, watched the last of the Man of Steel's flare of dignity wobble like a candle in a wind tunnel.
"A Kryptonian's true weakness," Jason said, eyes hard, "is his own homeland."
Jason closed his eyes. He made the sign of his Domain with slow, absolute precision.
"Domain Expansion: Melovelant Red Shrine."
The world folded. Darkness swallowed the plaza. An endless pool of black water opened beneath their feet, reflective and cold. In the center rose a single lacquered shrine, its torii bleeding into a red sky. The shrine sat like a wound. Jason stood on its steps, unmoving, a calm god in a place intended for death.
Superman's teeth ground. "Another trick?" he rasped.
"No," Jason replied quietly. "This is the final piece of the puzzle. In here—you die. Simple as that." He opened his palm. The particles of Mahoraga coalesced, glinting like a constellation. The dark sky above ruptured where the shrine's eaves met the void and a massive red sun swelled into being, filling the dome of the Domain with a hate-cold light.
"It is the sun of your homeland," Jason said.
The effect was immediate and absolute. Power drained from Superman like blood from a severed vein. Strength that had folded continents and survived nuclear hells—gone. His limbs felt foreign, slow. Muscles trembled. Breath shortened. Panic flared, then sank into hollow, animal acceptance as realization crawled through him: there was no escaping this. No flight. No heat vision. No last-minute miracle. He was weaker than any human standing there.
Jason watched him sag, and pity—if it could be called that—passed over his mouth. "I feel bad for you," he said. "You were once a great man. Now you're just a villain to be finished. Goodbye."
Without mercy, without flourish, Jason sent a cascade of slashes toward the fallen god. The cuts came like language—clean, systematic, endless. Flesh and skin were reduced to a scatter of motion, sliced into pieces until there was nothing left to stand. Jason made sure of one small, cruel detail: Superman's head remained whole, untouched, a silent crown on the ruin of his body.
Superman could not scream. He could not bargain. He could not even protest—the Domain had stolen the last of his pride and his power. He accepted what came with the weary, terrible knowledge of a man whose world had been his prison and his doom.
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