Omega Earth had known war before — but never like this.
This war wasn't fought for survival, nor vengeance.It was fought for identity.
The skies above Metropolis burned gold as Superman clashed with Thor — god against god, memory against truth. Every punch cracked reality, shockwaves turning clouds into rings of fire.
"You're not my enemy, Thor!" Superman shouted, blocking a hammer strike with bare hands.Thor's voice thundered like storm and grief. "You were my reflection — before mortals named you Kryptonian!"
Lightning collided with solar fire, the air screaming in agony.
On the ground, Wonder Woman battled her own sisters. The Amazons' eyes blazed with golden fire — minds overtaken by the Eternals' call.Her sword met spear, sparks raining across the marble battlefield.
"Diana!" shouted Artemis. "You deny the truth! You were never one of us!"
"I chose to be one of you!" Diana roared, striking the earth so hard the island cracked. "No Eternal rewrites my soul!"
But the ground beneath her glowed — runes of Chrona, Keeper of the Moment Before Time.
"You were never mortal," Chrona whispered through the wind. "You were a vessel… and I want you back."
Diana's knees buckled as her memories twisted — her mother's face fading, replaced by golden light.
In Gotham, Batman fought differently.He didn't strike. He planned.
While the world burned with celestial fury, Bruce stood in the shadows, eyes locked on the data screens inside the Watchtower.Cyborg appeared behind him, armor cracked, voice strained. "Everyone's losing themselves, Bruce. They're becoming what the Eternals made them."
Batman's jaw tightened. "Then we remind them who they really are."He pressed a switch — holographic projections filled the room: moments from every hero's life before the merge. Loss. Sacrifice. Humanity.
"Their memories of us may be false," Batman said, "but our choices — those are real."
Cyborg nodded. "So what's the plan?"Batman's eyes narrowed. "We don't fight the Eternals. We make them remember why they forgot."
Outside, Superman and Thor's battle split the clouds.Inside, Bruce prepared the one thing the gods never had — a strategy born not from power, but from pain.
The echo of forgotten gods grew louder.And in that echo, the first spark of rebellion began to burn.