Deathstroke
The world no longer belonged to men, but to the vibration of the Xylo-Thul. Metropolis was a nest of biomass and the most powerful heroes had fallen or been assimilated by the network of tentacles that now suffocated the planet. In his Kerguelen bunker, Slade Wilson observed the heat map of a dying Earth. "The League made the mistake of fighting with their fists," Slade said, adjusting his armor. You don't hit a virus. He is isolated. A silent alarm flashed: a breach in the cargo sector. Slade drew his katana, expecting an alien horror. However, the sensors detected an intruder who moved with human and desperate clumsiness, avoiding the traps only by pure survival instinct and knowledge of the terrain. There were no flashes of power or impossible stunts; just the sound of heavy footsteps and heavy breathing. The intruder managed to enter the hangar not by hacking, but by forcing a manual hatch that alien technology
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The world no longer belonged to men, but to the vibration of the Xylo-Thul. Metropolis was a nest of biomass and the most powerful heroes had fallen or been assimilated by the network of tentacles that now suffocated the planet. In his Kerguelen bunker, Slade Wilson observed the heat map of a dying Earth. "The League made the mistake of fighting...Read more