HISD Chapter 93 Farewell to the Sea God, Wonder Woman
"Today is November 10, 1980, three-ten in the afternoon.
Meteorological satellites have detected a sudden superstorm in the central western Atlantic, accompanied by massive tsunamis. All ships in nearby waters are advised to take immediate evasive action!"
Emergency alerts echoed from weather stations along the Atlantic coast.
At the same time, deep beneath the waves—
Boom!
Black storm clouds covered the skies, lightning tore from the heavens into the raging ocean below. Towering waves roared upward as if to claw at the sky.
Thunder roared. The sea screamed.
The ocean itself was an apocalypse—and this was only the aftermath of battle.
The waters exploded apart.
Two beings clashed from the skies into the depths. Every collision carried with it calamity.
"Ahhhh!"
The old Sea God wielded Poseidon's trident, golden divine power rippling outward, conjuring tsunamis so vast they could wipe out countless coastal cities.
But then—
A single figure tore through the towering waves, scattering them like fragile glass.
Before the Sea God, a gray-white, bone-spiked monster streaked forward. An invisible field radiated from his body, pushing the ocean back three meters, arcs of crimson lightning crackling across his frame.
Ancient Doomsday Yi Meng surged through the waters, the seas parting before him as he drove forward, fist cocked.
That fist slammed directly into the trident raised in defense.
Buzz!
No divine energy, no radiant flare—just raw power. The trident screamed under the blow, golden energy dimming, unraveling layer by layer.
One punch.
A hurricane erupted, shockwaves tearing outward.
Poseidon's hands bled as he struggled to hold his trembling weapon. The impact hurled him down, trident and all, crashing to the seafloor ten thousand meters below.
"Cough, cough…"
Poseidon staggered on the seabed, coughing blood into the dark waters. His aged body shook, his once-proud aura broken.
How could it not? To fight something that could never be defeated, never even wounded, was despair itself.
And worse—though Yi Meng's frame had shrunk, his strength and control were greater than ever. Even more terrifying, Poseidon could sense the truth: Yi Meng was holding back.
Afraid of killing him by mistake.
The old god laughed bitterly, gazing upward at the figure tearing through the sea above. Blood dripped from his lips as he roared hoarsely: "One final strike! I'll give everything I have!"
Even gods had pride. Even old gods had a bottom line.
Whoosh!
The sea parted as the bone-spiked colossus in black Kryptonian armor hovered in the depths, burning red eyes staring down.
"Good." The Ancient Doomsday spoke, his voice like grinding stone. Crimson lightning surged down his arm as he drove forward with a bone-clad fist.
"Come!"
Poseidon braced on the seabed, pouring every ounce of divine might into his trident. The weapon blazed as he thrust it upward with desperate fury.
Clang!
The spiked fist crashed down, wrapped in shockwaves, lightning, and unstoppable force. The trident's tip was knocked aside as though it were nothing.
Poseidon's pupils shrank.
The fist ripped through his divine power, shattered his defense, and struck him directly.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Light faded from Poseidon's eyes. Yet within their murkiness, there was peace. To die against such a being—perhaps that was honor enough.
But if he had the chance again… he would never have been so foolish as to step forward.
…
Above, the ocean erupted as if a deep-sea bomb had detonated, a geyser of red spray exploding skyward.
Then, slowly, the storm clouds and raging tides began to calm.
Splash!
Yi Meng burst from the waters, holding the golden trident. His body was untouched, not a drop of seawater clinging to him.
Poseidon had passed peacefully.
Yi Meng sighed with regret. Yet he knew—the old god had sought death, and so he had granted it, answering his final challenge with a full-force strike.
There were few old gods left on Earth's DC world. Finding another would not be easy. Especially one who could give him even a fraction of release.
Even in his rational state, Doomsday was Doomsday. As the Ancient Doomsday, Yi Meng craved battle.
The kind of battle where he could unleash himself fully.
This fighting instinct, born of his very genes, was not corruption but necessity—like an AI venting its processes. Combat and destruction gave Yi Meng better control over his Doomsday form.
It was also exploration of the DC dream itself.
Unlike the Marvel dream, where he required external artifacts to increase his power, here his existence alone was infinite potential. Doomsday's evolution had no ceiling—only the right opponents or crises could draw it out.
And Doomsday's only true opponent… was himself.
Poseidon had not been enough to awaken that deeper evolution. Barely a warm-up at best.
Still, with flight and bio-force mastered, Yi Meng's combat had grown sharper, more precise.
"A shame. Time to find another opponent."
Yi Meng shot upward, vanishing into the storm clouds. Lightning split as he tore through them.
…
Tap. Tap.
A figure landed gracefully on a desolate island. Long black hair flowed freely over her shoulders, a red armored skirt gleaming. She carried a round shield, a sword strapped to her back, and a golden lasso glowing at her waist.
Wonder Woman.
Her eyes fell to the shoreline, where the waves had carried a body onto the sand.
An old man's corpse. His eyes were open but peaceful, a hole blasted clean through his chest, ribs and flesh shattered. Divine blood still seeped into the surf.
"Even the Sea God could not stop him…" she whispered, kneeling. Her elegant fingers gently closed the corpse's eyes.
Poseidon. Dead in his own ocean.
"If I face him… I'll die too."
Her heart wavered. Yet she tightened her grip on her shield, resolve burning bright once more.
To surrender without defeat was unthinkable. Even in defeat, as long as she lived, there remained the chance of victory.
…
Meanwhile, on Themyscira.
The island of the Amazons, shrouded by divine wards since the age of the gods, home to the warrior race born of Olympus.
Peace was shattered. The Amazons looked to the skies in shock.
That day, they remembered. The terror of facing an unbeatable power. The shame of being trapped within their own paradise.
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