The world no longer looked the same.Cities shimmered between realities — Gotham flickering between steel and golden marble, Metropolis caught between science and myth. The sky had become a mirror, showing what the world once was… and what it was being forced to become.
And yet, somewhere between those reflections, humanity endured.
Deep beneath the ruins of the old Watchtower, in a forgotten bunker forged by both Wayne and Stark, Batman gathered what remained of the heroes untouched by the rewrite.
Around the table stood Doctor Strange, Wonder Woman, Cyborg, Flash, Captain Marvel, Aquaman, and a bruised but unbroken Superman.
No one spoke at first. The air was thick with fatigue — and doubt.
Strange finally broke the silence. "The Eternals' influence spreads through memory itself. Every mind on this planet — every god, every human — is part of their code."
Flash leaned forward. "So what do we do? Outrun thoughts?"
Batman tapped the table. "No. We infect the infection."
Cyborg frowned. "You're talking about rewriting their code?"Bruce nodded once. "Exactly. We give the world a memory even the Eternals can't erase — one rooted in something beyond divinity."
Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed. "And what memory is that?"
Batman looked up. "Loss."
The room fell silent again.
He continued, voice low, steady. "They built worlds out of perfection. No death. No pain. But humans… we grow from it. It defines us. You can't rewrite grief — only endure it. That's what makes us real."
Strange folded his arms, considering. "Using pain as an anchor…"Cyborg smirked faintly. "Now that's the most Batman thing I've ever heard."
Superman placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Then let's make them remember why mortals never surrender."
Above them, in the upper layers of the atmosphere, the Prime Eternal paused mid-command. His cosmic gaze shifted. Something stirred in the weave of creation — small, raw, but unbreakable.
"They rise," whispered Lyra, the Eternal of Memory. "Against eternity itself."
The Prime Eternal's tone was quiet, unreadable.
"Then let us see if their hearts can outlast creation."
As the heroes prepared, a single light shone through the clouds — not gold, not divine, but warm, human.
The world trembled once more, but this time… not in fear.The rebellion had begun.And its weapon was the one thing gods could never control —the hearts of mortals.