Location: Sector 1417 – Vega Edge, Barracks of the Honor Guard
In a blink, five Lanterns lay in pieces.
One's arm was severed mid-light construct.
Another was frozen in mid-scream, Omega energy having melted her ring into her bone.
The sixth, a Daxamite hybrid, had his spine twisted into a spiral. Still alive. Still begging.
Elias hovered above the carnage, breathing slow, steady, cracked fingers radiating with black and crimson Omega glow.
His voice oozed arrogance.
"You six were the Honor Guard? Cute title. Sounds like something you'd name a therapy dog."
He landed hard, boots crunching skull fragments.
The last Lantern crawled away, whispering his oath in desperation.
"In brightest d–"
CRACK.
Elias stepped on his throat and silenced him forever.
[Kill Count Updated: 6 Elite Lanterns]
[Emotion Sync: Balanced]
[Reward: Omega Pulse Unlocked – Instant Beam Cast]
[Broadcasting Message to Central Power Battery…]
Elias faced the sky.
His voice echoed through every Lantern ring in existence.
"Let this be a lesson to the Corps: You shine light in every corner of space, but you forgot to look in the shadows you created. Now? I'm cleaning them out — one corpse at a time."
Meanwhile – Earth, Watchtower
The Justice League gathered around the holo-feed, watching the massacre unfold.
Superman's jaw clenched.
Batman stood silent, arms crossed, gaze like steel.
Wonder Woman looked disturbed. Not afraid — disappointed.
The Flash spoke first.
"Okay. Okay. We really let this guy loose? Like… this isn't just dark. This is 'galactic war crime' levels of dark."
Cyborg nodded grimly. "He's broadcasting a kill count with every strike."
Aquaman snorted. "Told you from the beginning — he's a cancer. Should've sunk him under the sea the moment he slapped Jordan."
Superman turned toward Bruce.
"Say something."
Batman's eyes narrowed.
"He's not uncontained. He's following a pattern. He's targeting strategic weak points in the Corps' outer defense. This isn't random."
"Don't justify it!" Diana snapped. "He's murdering protectors of the galaxy. These were Lanterns, Kal. Your allies."
Superman's voice darkened.
"I beat him once. I'll do it again."
Batman spoke slowly, coldly.
"And if you kill him, what happens to the Omega System fused to his soul? To the fragments of the Anti-Life Equation inside him? You kill the host, you unleash the virus."
"Then what?" Flash asked. "We just let him rampage until he gets bored?"
"No," Batman said, stepping forward. "We make a decision. We either stop him… or we use him."
The room fell silent.
Superman looked ready to punch a hole in the moon.
Sector 3012 – Later That Day
A Green Lantern patrol squad waited in ambush — thirty strong, layered with constructs, shields, and willpower fusions.
Elias dropped into the middle of them like a god of slaughter.
They didn't stand a chance.
He didn't just fight. He out-thought them.
He let their constructs form — then rewrote their geometry mid-air with Omega logic, shattering will into glass.
A construct cannon? He turned it inside out, firing back.
A will-shield? He infected it with Anti-Emotion shards, corroding its purpose.
"Willpower only works," Elias spat, "when you still have a future to believe in."
He crushed them.
When the last one begged for mercy, Elias leaned down.
"There's mercy in pain. You don't get that luxury."
BOOM.
Watchtower – An Hour Later
"Eighteen more Lanterns dead," Diana said, eyes closed. "That makes 54."
Superman paced like a caged lion.
"He's provoking a war."
"He's already in one," Batman replied. "And the universe is watching to see which side we're on."
"His?" Flash asked, disgusted.
"No," Bruce answered. "The winning one."
Cyborg's systems beeped.
"Guys, you'll want to see this."
He expanded the feed.
It was from Elias — a live stream — from inside a Lantern citadel. Bloodied, burned, breathing heavy.
His voice came through crystal clear.
"To the Justice League — I hope you're watching."
He looked straight into the camera.
"I told you I'd break the stars if they pissed me off."
He stepped aside, revealing the Central Intelligence Core of Lantern Command — offline, burning.
Elias grinned wide.
"And to whoever's next: Send someone better."
The stream cut.
The League stared in stunned silence.
Batman finally broke it.
"He's not Darkseid's heir…"
"He's something worse."