Barry found that this place was everything he expected it to be. According to Samara, she teleported them to a village in the West, Karthwasten, which was just a small village with a large river running through it and rolling hills. The trees were a thick green and sky a slate gray, threatening either rain or snow, though he was leaning towards the latter considering how cold it was here.

Looking to the east, Batman saw a large pillar of black smoke on the horizon and to the right of that, more smoke. As of yet, he has seen no absolute evidence of a dragon, but from what just happened, the possibility can't be ruled out.

Samara favored putting her hood over her head while they approached the village. Already a few people stopped to stare, some lingered on the Justice League (the glowing green man, a dark shadow shaped being, dark haired warrior maiden, the dark-skinned metal man, a red armored man, and a hero with a flowing white cape) though many finished their gaze to openly gawk at Samara, some in shock and others with wide smiles.

"Dragonborn!" A few of the children in rags ran up to the woman with wide grins. "Dragonborn! You're back!"

"We knew you'd be back! No man can keep our savior away!" A tiny girl in a dirty blue dress exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

"Especially some no good rotten brat with a crown!" A slightly older boy shouted, swinging his wooden sword around with fever.

"Hey Dragonborn, who're these people?" Another child asked, staring up at Green Lantern with mesmerized blue eyes. "Are they Gods?"

"These men? Gods?" Another boy scoffed, looking around at Cyborg and tapping the metal of his back. "No way; the Gods know better than to meddle in mortal affairs."

"But what about him," A girl gawked at Superman, who smiled down at her awed expression.

While a few of the children gathered around the new heroes, a couple of the adults also came by. One man, a priest, and parent of one of the children touching Cyborg, actively went up to Samara and made a 'blessing' gesture before speaking. "Dragonborn, are these newcomers also children of Seraphim?"

Barry chuckled and waved his hand from side to side. "Oh no, no we're not. We're just here to help out."

Samara nodded and answered the priest. "He is truthful, Brother Malik, they are heroes from the world I was banished to and came to lend aid in this Crisis. Tell me, do you know more?"

The priest, Brother Malik, gave a solemn nod and gestured for her to follow. As they all struggled around the crowd, which easily departed with Samara at the front, the old man started speaking quietly. "Much has happened while you have been gone, Dragonborn. Dragons came from the East mountains and laid waste to the Kingdoms." The crowds slowly started to depart from their following, going back to their usual business. "Cattle are found slaughtered. Villages burned to the ground, including..." The priest stopped at the steps of the Chapel they approached, placing a hand on the young woman's shoulder. His frown deepened while his gray eyes darkened in sympathy. "I'm sorry. Including Kingscreek."

Barry tensed, turning to gaze at Samara's hooded head and unable to determine her state of mind due to the obstructing garment. "Oh man," He prepared to place a hand on her shoulder, as a form of comfort, but was stopped by Krosis, who lightly grabbed him before contact could be made. The speedster darted his head to glare at the Avian, but was only rewarded with a shake of the head.

Before anything more could happen, Hal leaned into Barry, green mask watching the still silent Dovahkiin with concern. "What's Kingscreek?"

Barry turned to face the rest of the team, who stared at him, expecting an explanation and were justly rewarded with a grave answer. "Kingscreek is – was," He corrected with a flinch. "her home."

Samara turned to the priest, her amber eyes glistening, but refusing to form tears. "My mother?"

Brother Malik shook his head regretfully. "By the time soldiers arrive, the village was already gone. Nothing was saved. No one was left."

While the Justice League allowed that information to sink in, Samara eventually gave a saddened hum, a surprisingly mild reply. "It is no surprise," she nodded sorrowfully, slowing ascending the steps towards the church, the priest following in silence with the JLA just behind them. Her voice was quieter compared to before, hands clenched in fists at her sides as she looked ahead, refusing to turn to Barry's insistent gaze. "If the Dragons truly came from the East mountain, the attack was only inevitable as Kingscreek was at the base."

Barry was confused at her acceptance, and a little worried when the Priest didn't push it. Instead, the old man nodded in comfort, looking ahead as they reached the top of the stairs, hands clasped together in a prayer. "We can take comfort in the fact that she is passed this veil of tears. Sleeping within Kyne's arms."

Samara gave a wordless nod, though Bruce saw her fists clench tighter. It was obvious she did not believe that but did not voice her objection.

Barry just saw her face, how her lips tightened and eyes hardened while entering the sacred ground.

Brother Malik nodded to the right corridor where a set of stairs leading down awaited them, lit only by candle light. "With your arrival being against the crowns direct wishes, the head of the City Guard felt it prudent to meet with you in the catacombs."

"Of course," Samara answered, turning to face the Priest with a tight smile. "Thank you for your guidance."

When Brother Malik left, Barry stepped up to Samara, his green-eyes conveying the worry he felt for her. "Samara… I'm so sorry about your mother."

The brunette shook her head, refusing to look directly at the kind-heartened hero, instead focusing her gaze above his head. "Don't." She commanded harshly, lips gently quivering. "Thank you for your condolence, but it is unwarranted." She turned away, preparing her descent. "I'll meet with the City Guardsman, alone. Krosis, find a tavern for us to rest, take the League with you."

Diana stepped up to Samara, waving off Krosis when the large Avian attempted to guide the group outside. "Samara," she called. "I understand how much these people depend on you, but do you really think you're ready to start planning an assault in your current state of mind? You need time to grieve."

Turning around to face the group, Samara was already fastening her mask when she stared up at the group, amber-eyes cold as stone. "There will be time to grieve after my job is done."

Silence befell them and while Barry was preparing to step in, Batman nodded his head in agreement. "Alright, we understand." When the group gave the caped crusader dubious glances, he ignored them and left with Krosis, who stood by the Chapel doors expectantly.

When Barry turned back to argue with Samara, to convince her she wasn't alone, she was already gone.