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The genocidal Automatons converged on the League of Champions position; their target Earth.
The Martian Manhunters telepathic com-net displayed the data from the living space-ships senses. Their receptor organs attuned to space, and each vessel part of a wider collective awareness. The ships shared information, and aggregated it. They were able to identify their former masters, the Manhunters, tiny man-sized machines as they blinked into normal space, each android dropped out from warped hyper-dimensional acceleration.
"Such numbers." Jo gasped as she saw the legion of dots appearing within her mind's eye's imagined display. "It is unprecedented. I had no idea there were so many of them left." She admitted.
"Their timing, their arrival now, it cannot be a coincidence." Diana said. "They must somehow know about Olympus – what happened. What I did."
"These Androids know the Machine god will return at any moment?" Zatanna said. "Yeah, I am sure of it. This has always been an unholy alliance of technology and magic."
"Jo J'Onzz." Ganthlet's voice along the image of his form, the mental signature of his presence joined them, and he was angry, and that for a Guardian was an unprecedented show of emotion.
"These abominations are mine." He declared. "These Androids were our greatest mistake," Ganthlet continued. "Now, with you, I have been gifted an opportunity to atone, to finally clear the debt of justice we owe to all, by ending the Manhunter threat once and for all."
Jo, via the allies shared sensor-net, located the Guardian in space. Beyond Earth's moon in the direction of Mars. With Ganthlet were Hal Jordan and Katma Tui, each leading a squad of their fellow Corpsmen. They all had emerged together, back to reality, immersed inside a single construct of green light. A burning Lantern.
"Just as they departed." Zatanna observed. "So they return."
Diana pointed with her brilliant weapon. It flashed green. "Ganthlet is the focus for goddess Hestia's power; her unquenchable flame. Magic drawn from every hearth, the light of every home, and now it burns within them."
"It is true Wonder Woman. Hestia's gift charges my trans-dimensional ring." The Guardian agreed. "For it is otherworldly, forged by magic from the heart of Star. With this ring I can channel the power of Olympus into the power rings we Guardians made. It is only fitting, the power of many fires, joins the willpower of each one; synergy, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts."
"Ganthlet," Jo began, "the Manhunter Androids have not come to this battle alone, the Dominators, Khunds, the Psions, and others have come with them."
"So I am being told." Ganthlet said the tone of his thoughts still angry. "Lantern Salaak has connected. He is leading an assault on this invasion armada even as we speak. Rising from the Earth. For them we have only been absent but a moment."
"Time displacement." Diana noted. "Such is..." she paused, corrected herself, saying "…was the nature of the Olympian realm."
"Don't worry girls," Hal Jordan's chipper voice cut it, "the Green Lantern Corps have this Manhunter invasion covered. You gals worry about the Machine god." Hal told them. "We'll go and do the Police work."
"Lantern Jordan," Jo responded, "I have the enemy com chatter from their ships."
"Roger, I am running a cipher protocol," Jordan said, "once we've run a collective sensor sweep, I shall upload our Ring data to your network."
"Come Lanterns!" Ganthlet said. "Let us show these criminal invaders of the Sol System that they should beware our power, our Green Lanterns light!"
Jo saw the Lanterns accelerate toward their targets, as she received their Power Ring's data-stream. J'Onzz sighed inwardly. Jo pushed herself to aggregate yet more information seamlessly into the allied network. At the same time she swept local space for those friends as yet unaccounted for, and their enemy's return.
Cyborg and Steel, Hepheastus' Champions rode close, they approached on their allotted Space-Steeds, the distance between them closed. They joined the allied cavalry formation, each rider and vessel now close enough to be seen by even human eye.
Diana drew closer still, she extended her hand and rested it on Jo's shoulder.
"Together we can do this."
More data. Salaak and his team of Lanterns were already engaged with the invading Armada, and more Lanterns arrived by the moment. They came, answering Salaak's crisis beacon. From other sectors having warped space to cross the unimaginable interstellar distances between habited worlds.
Ganthlet updated the Green Lanterns as they arrived. "Today we have an extraordinary advantage against the machines, a power forged through by sacrifice of the Olympian realm, with Hestia's fire powering our Green Lantern's light."
"Let's make it count!" Hal Jordan declared as he charged against the Androids and their allies.
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Barry Allen was aware of three odd things, all of which were running through his mind, and all at the same time.
Being the Flash meant this thought processes happened at speeds beyond normal human comprehension. Which given he had a lot to think about right now was a distinct advantage, as any internal debate was something measured in milliseconds.
The first of the three was something Barry was familiar with; "the Speed Force was with him", as the hero that was a nerd lab tech would say all the time. It wasn't the most novel of titles, but it did sum up the force the Flash embodied – speed.
It was something bigger than himself, and yet at the same time of himself, and right there inside of him. This was the Speed Force. It wasn't easy to conceptualise fourth dimensional geometry. Now Barry had been given the opportunity, he had learned by direct experience of other realms, Pocket Universes, and in Olympus the power of Magic and the gods who lived by it.
They had made him big. Space was bigger, and as he experienced yet another new thing, weightlessness in a vacuum, gave him reason to appreciate all of this – and quickly.
Now the second thing was the "voice" of Hermes, which had the pace of his own highly accelerated thoughts. The Messenger of the gods was like an invisible companion, prompting the Scarlett Speedster with thoughts that weren't his own.
"I need to breathe," Barry thought. Not now, not at this instant, but in several seconds. Hermes agreed with his sentiment. His response was reassuring if opaque.
"Hang in there, all is well, Athena has a plan."
"I can't exactly go anywhere, I haven't the means."
"Relax" Hermes told him.
"Easy for you to say." Barry replied. "You're not human, you're only a voice in my head, you're not really here. Even if you were - I doubt breathing would be necessary for your continued wellbeing."
"Athena..,"
"Has a plan." You said that.
"Heads up" Hermes quipped.
Barry look up – or down, as this was proving relative as he span slowly – very slowly indeed from the perspective of the Flash.
"I feel I should be humming Strauss."
"No one can hear you sing in space." Hermes chuckled.
"I'm not that bad." Barry snapped.
"Perhaps the Ode to William Tell is more appropriate?"
"The Lone Ranger?" Barry asked, but quickly grasped what the god of thieves and travellers meant, both in a figurative and literal sense. He saw Athena's planned answer to his predicament.
The Space Steed powered into view, hot plasma from its wing-like nacelles thrusting it towards the Flash at rapid real time speeds. Grabbing hold of the line that extended feather like from the living space vessel's neck, as it swept past him, was easy for the Scarlet Speedster, given his native accelerated perception. A combination of him pulling these reigns and the Space Steeds space ballet, brought them together.
The Flash touched his feet to the shoulders of the huge vessel, only appearing less vast due to his own magically enlarged stature. He complained "I'm a runner, not a rider," but he had to admit that once atop of the pearlescent equine space ship, that the transformed Space Steed beneath him was no slouch.
"The ship has extended its navigational force field around you." Hermes explained.
"And?" Flash asked.
"Breathe." Hermes replied.
Barry tried a tentative inhalation, and found air in his nostrils to be a welcome sensation.
"Okay how do I drive this thing?"
"The Space Steed will respond to your thoughts." Hermes answered, and sure enough the vessel took directions banking and accelerating.
Barry whooped a holler of excitement. "This is uncanny." The Flash said.
His amused narrator told him "You're quite familiar with this."
"How?"
"Why, it's the third thing on your mind." Hermes answered.
Barry frowned beneath his mask. It was as if he could see the invisible god grinning inside his head.
However Hermes did answer his unspoken third ponderable.
The Space Steed was somehow tied into Jo J'Onzz's telepathic communications network, and this meant he wasn't alone, present company excepted.
"Hello?" Barry broadcast, tapping his ear out of habit in an unnecessary gesture that reinforced the intention.
At once the familiar information stream provided by the Martian Manhunter's network kicked in. Barry was relieved to learn that Jo was back, co-ordaining with the League and their allies. Wherever the Champions of Olympus had emerged back into the normal reality across the vastness of Space, was mapped by relative position on a grid projected forward by his mind's eye. A sort of visual chess board that Jo's telepathy created, a virtual heads up display imagined inside his mind. A reminder for Barry that even local space was big.
Eight point 4 minutes, he reminded himself; the time it took light to travel the 93 million miles from the sun to the earth.
"Barry are you reading me?" Jo asked.
"Sure!" The Flash responded. "I was just finding my space legs. If you know what I mean."
"Ride 'em cowboy?" Zatanna's voice interjected. "You're not the only one."
Zatanna said to him: "Can you mosey on down to our position?"
At the same time Hermes chipped in too, not with words, but an image. The Flash considered the idea's implications.
"I'll try." Barry willed the Space Steed to change course. "We'll see what we can do about moseying on down." He added, kneeling down he said to Hermes "Like this."
Hermes agreed, if an invisible friend can grin, he can nod.
Barry acted out Hermes unspoken suggestion. The Flash imagined the Speed Force extend through him and into the ship itself, and the already speedy Space Steed, speeded up – a lot.
O
Zatanna watched as the dot corresponding to the Flash did exactly that. Barry's speed made little sense in the real world, but as a wielder of magic the daughter of Gio Zatarra had a lifelong experience with the unreal. Athena had empowered her during the battle of the Olympian Realm, however the goddess of Wisdom and Strategy had also chosen a second Champion.
Zatanna's surprise and disquiet, had become an understanding; it was part of Athena's plan, and there was no contesting the pedigree of her choice, but her character was another matter.
"Circe joins us." Zatanna explained. "As Athena's second Champion."
"For the preservation of life." Circe said.
There followed an uncomfortable silence.
Across the Justice League com-net Zatanna could hear the consternation from Diana and the Amazon's. Circe was not the first member of Terra First to be chosen by Olympus, but she was perhaps the most powerful.
Circe was a child of two Titans; a demigod, she like Diana stood astride two worlds, but Zatanna knew that the Daemon Witch had chosen to stand against the Amazons and their principles. Hearing Circe's thoughts carried over the network was Zatanna guessed had to be difficult to bear, for Diana, and her Mother, Hippolyta, and their sister Amazons. Zatanna recalled their history, the things Circe had done.
"Circe, at any other time I would have thought you an impossible ally." Diana said.
"To say the least Princess." The Sorcerous agreed, saying. "But in the face of this terrible threat, it is a wise choice child, for you, for me, and the gods."
Together they saw the exalted Sorceress, as Jo's mind located her in local space.
Circe stood larger than life, as an Olympian Champion must. Her outward appearance otherwise unchanged. The Daemon Witch too stood on the back of an equine Space Steed. Dressed in her regal purple and black robes just as she had appeared within the living space vessel from Metropolis.
"Desperate times called for desperate measures." Queen Hippolyta said. "But the witch joins us out of selfish self-interest."
"I am not ashamed. I am convinced of this truth; the Machine-god means to see the Manhunters bring death to all that lives."
"We have your magic to thank for our Space Steeds, I take it?" Diana asked from atop of her own Space Kanga, born from what had once been a space going life from bred by the Guardians as transport for the Manhunter machines.
Circe smiled. "You are correct Amazon Princess. This was my part in Athena's plan, at least thus far."
"Metamorphic Magic has always been your strong suit." Hippolyta agreed.
"Indeed, Polly. Oh what fun! Vast power from Olympus married with such vast creatures, it was a challenge I could not refuse – and I think it went so very well, don't you think." Circe laughed to herself asking. "And Princess, how do you like your Space Kanga?"
"They are magnificent." Diana answered. "We are grateful to Athena, that her power could make them so."
Circe laughed louder. "I shall not take offense, there is much bad blood between us, but I trust that with Athena's wisdom to guide us all, we can put the past behind us."
"Victory is within our grasp." Diana agreed. "The Machine god, will appear, and soon."
"And we must be ready to end both him and his cohorts." Circe spat.
"We are agreed in this." Diana said.
"Others are joining us." Jo announced. "Others from the Cairo ship, from Terra First."
Zatanna concentrated her mind, and via the telepathic network she saw Deathstroke, and watched the infamous Assassin and Champion of Ares climb atop of his designated ride. Grateful Deathstroke took his first breath inside the force shield provided by this living space vessel.
Slade Wilson was then able to connect via this ship to Jo, and so to them all.
The bloodthirsty god of War's second choice of Champion was revealed to Zatanna through the Justice League's com-net as telepathic knowledge, direct from Slade's mind.
Zeus' cruel son had chosen the Gazetteer, a woman better known to Zatanna Zatarra, Stage Magician, as the Journalist, TV personality and presenter, Lois Lane. Her fame and notoriety made her a celebrity even among the very rich, the very famous, and the very powerful. These Captains of Industrial Military complex, Politicians and actors had all taken her arm, and answered her questions. Now she was a Champion of War.
"I have Lois' position." Slade Wilson's gruff voice crossed the coms. "She is emerging, returning, but I don't see her."
"Space is a big place." Jo answered him. Mapping the Gazetteer's location.
"I owe it to my friend, to take care of his little girl." Deathstroke explained, intimating at the complex history between the Mercenary and the High Ranking Soldier.
"Fitting for this General's Daughter, to be chosen as a Champion of Ares." Diana observed.
Zatanna's eyes settled upon Lois Lane, not even a dot in the void, her giant Olympian form indistinguishable and not just because of the great expanse between them all. For Zatanna magic closed that perceptive distance. "ees em tel" Let me see.
"I have her in sight." She told her colleagues across the com-net. "Sharing my thoughts with you Jo."
Lane's enhanced god-form dressed her not in an anchor's power suit, or reporter's flak jacket, but in a liquid leotard - the colour of black of ink. This made Lois almost invisible in spaces dark vista, save for the red and white headline banner that proclaimed her identity. The reporter that had been relentless in the pursuit of the new found Superheroes' stories, now presented as one, at least for now. Olympian power exaggerating her already K radiated Meta-human abilities. That much was clear to the Magician.
Still she could not breathe in a vacuum, and the Gazetteer drifted in space, short seconds passed, waiting, her arm extended. Lois too caught hold of her allotted transformed Space Steed as it tucked underneath her, its wing-like nacelles glowing with plasma.
At once the Gazetteer swept onto its back.
"Ares by elevating this General's daughter recognises the nature of modern warfare." The Amazon Philappus stated.
"Aye." Her Queen agreed. "The power of the pen; the value of information."
Now things accelerated, and the same scene replayed itself in different quarters of the void around Zatanna and her friends and allies. Aquaman and Meera, the Champions of Posideon were met by great shark like space seeds. "Circe's choice, both very apt and a reflection of her mischievous nature." Diana said, shaking her head appearing to be both disturbed and amused by Circe's imagination made real.
The Witch laughed.
"Something like that." Hippolyta noted.
Zatanna saw at the same time Batman and Talia also emerge, and for them giant bat-like Space Steeds swept in to carry them forward through the vacuum.
The Green Arrow emerged, as the Champion of Artemis of the Hunt, and for him a winged Pegasus-like Space Steed caught him. While a great winged bird-like vessel fell to hand for Apollo's Champion the Black Canary, and likewise for Aphrodite's two Champions, Hawkman and Hawkgirl, took hold of space vehicles after the shape and form of a great bird of prey.
"Be ready!" Diana cried out. "The Enemy must come." She was fast proved right.
The Undead-giant emerged as if from a shadow into the blackness of space.
The Machine god was a hellish sight. His form broken and torn, bleeding boiling black blood and oil aflame, just as he had tumbled into the void from the inverted mountain.
"Do not be deceived. The self-styled Cronus may have failed to capture Olympus, but his raid has stolen a portion of the Olympus' power." Diana cautioned.
The Undead giant's many wounds did not seem to slow the monster's reactions. From out of his body mechanical tendrils burst forth like whip fast sprouts, growing fast and loose, weaving outwards to snatch the broken machinery, the dead meat, the remnants of his army, even as it fell apart around him. Drawing what he could catch to himself, so the Machine god enlarged his monstrous form.
"He continues to increase his size," Cyborg told them. "I determine his mass weighs in at almost 60 billion tonnes and that's rising rapdily."
Then monster's chest burst apart from within.
The Cairo Starship was the cause. The living vessel had travelled from the collapsing Olympian realm still locked in battle – much of the transformed space craft buried inside the Machine-god himself. The pearlescent Knight's sword arm buried past the shoulder into torso of their enemy.
Cairo like its allied kin, was touched by Circe's spell. The Knight transformed; the living vessel reconfigured itself for the vacuum of space. A metamorphosis from robotic knight into a Pegasus-like Space-Steed. It was this sleek equine form that emerged from the Machine god's chest, ripping through the Undead Giant's vast torso like a huge spear head, driven forward on a shaft of explosive plasma.
The Machine god floated in the vacuum, his chest was torn apart. Tendrils grabbing at the new debris as rapid blurs of movement. Yet the vast face of Cronus did not seem to contort in pain, or anguish, but in an expression of perverse joy. Eyes burned as if with fire, and his lips parted in soundless laughter.
He beckoned to the Champions of Olympus, a challenge them; engage with me once more.
"Time for reflection is past, the battle is re-joined." Circe told Zatanna. "The Machine god is far from defeated."
Below them, the first remnants of the Machine god's necromantic cyborgs hit the Earth's Atmosphere, there, this debris, began to burn, friction destroying dead meat and metal alike by fire.
"The largest fragments may make it through." John Irons cautioned.
"Steel has a good point." Batman agreed. "But it may prove to be worse than a meteor shower." He added pointing Earthwards. "Look."
Zatanna watched and understood, the Machine god even now angled himself towards the Earth. From his broken form rocket plumes burst forth, burning gas now thrust the Undead giant towards their home.
"There can be no doubt of his intention." Batman continued. "He means to target Earth. If something so large were to hit the planet, it would be an extinction level event."
"The Batman is right." Steel agreed. "A body this big is large enough to break the world."
"What about directing it into the sea?" The Gazetteer asked.
"No." Meera countered. "If this monster was to hit our oceans, the disaster would still be on a planetary wide scale."
"It cannot happen." Aquaman agreed.
"Hang on," Barry asked, "surely hitting the Earth, I mean that will…"
"Kill him?" Zatanna interrupted. "But remember this monster isn't even alive, he has no fear of death. For him it wouldn't be an end."
Wonder Woman did not hesitate. Even as Zatanna answered Barry, she saw Diana's brilliant Falcata burn white, like a shooting star in the firmament.
Wonder Woman broadcast her intentions, as orders.
Zatanna answered. She and Circe broke away, urging their Space Steeds on and outwards, riding wide to take flanking positions. The Green arrow followed the same strategy, but a different path, arching above them and the Undead giant.
To the centre led Diana. Wonder Woman bore down on the enemy. Leading the charge the Amazing Amazon was followed in close formation by the vast winged Hawks, and her Mother and General Philappus, and the other Amazon Space Kanga.
Then in quick succession coming up from below and under the Machine god, came the incredible sight of the Batman breathing in space. The Dark Knight in his magnified form carried a huge jousting lance while riding upon a great bat; alongside him on another such mount was the Demon's Daughter, Talia, her fiery hell blades extended, Hero and anti-hero blessed by Hades.
Aquaman and Meera rode with them on their transformed Shark-like vessels. Posideon's magic empowered them, water in their hands became weapons of ice in the cold of space.
Then came the first strike. From above the Green Arrow shot fiery verdant shafts into the enemy. Each bit deep, aflame with the wrath of Artemis behind it, and not just one, for the Emerald Archer worked with practised efficiency. Ollie let loose a countless such bolts with god given speed, each finding its mark, exploding inside their enemy.
The Machine god met their attack with his tendrils. These lashed out, whips of metal and meat flayed, targeting Wonder Woman and her peculiar Calvary. At the same time the Living Space ships, both those carrying Champions, and also the unburdened, let loose their atomic weapons, plasma cannons, and mass drivers. The island sized enemy was lit with tiny lights; otherwise massive explosions dwarfed by the Machine gods size. Each tore at his even more massive body.
Zatanna summoned Athena's gift; her place opposite and across from Circe; between them the Undead giant. Together they aimed their own ranged attacks of fiery magic. Broadsiding the Machine god on both sides.
The Champions who charged closer met the Machine gods tendrils with their various weapons, each danced around these serpentine counter-attacks, riding their living space vessels, through the criss-crossing whip like cables.
Yet for all this ferocity their Calvary charge was a deception; Diana's frontal attack but a feint.
It was the Black Canary, gifted with Apollo's power that delivered the surprise attack. Her great Space-Bird placed Dinah between the Machine god and the Earth.
Her blonde hair burned like the sun, and while Dinah's signature cry was physically silenced by the vacuum of space, this physical constraint no longer mattered. Here and now the Black Canary was imbued with the focused power of the sun god, she could sing with all fire, speed and ferocity of a nuclear furnace.
Too late the Undead Giant spied her ahead of him. The Machine god stretched out his handless arm and directed from his stump a swarm of intertwined and twisting serpentine tendrils.
As self-styled Cronus tried to strike at Dinah Lance, she sang.
The flying cables were met by the force of her magic empowered voice. Apollo's mystical harp wed to sunlight. This magical fire engulfed the Machine god, and the Undead giant began to melt. Meat shrank and burned; metal warped in face of the Black Canary's cry.
Still the Machine god did not yield, with a sudden and unexpected burst of speed, the enemy rocketed forward, driven by fire from his belly. The Undead giant, being so much melted slag, pushed forward through the flames to where Dinah stood on top of her living space vessel. A glowing fragment from the stump of his arm made contact with the Black Canary's Space-bird. The Undead giant inflicted a terrible wound upon the living vessel, cracking its pearlescent hull. There followed a violent unseating, and Dinah was thrown from atop her mount.
Next both the Black Canary and the mortally injured living space vessel careered downwards toward the Earth.
Zatanna saw and then heard the Green Arrow as he loosed forth a bolt from his bow, his mind screamed forth a thought across their coms. "Dinah!"
The Machine god, had driven Apollo's Champion away from him, but a great cost to the monster. The undead giant fell back, driven away from their home world by the Olympian Canary Cry. The enemies body was rent by explosions, each sent him further away from the Earth.
Zatanna saw precious distance had been won, distancing Machine god from the living world below them.
Meanwhile arrow after flaming arrow, shot from the giant bow of the enlarged and empowered Oliver Queen, struck the Machine god.
"Someone grab her!" Ollie shouted. "I'm too far out."
Zatanna's answer was spoken backwards, and she disappeared from sight.
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Barry looked back as he sped away. He saw the Black Canary's shock attack achieve much, however at cost. The Flash saw Dinah Lance fall back, struck by the retreating enemy, and wanted at once to break away. Barry's first instinct was to save his friend, to speed to the rescue, but he was the furthest away, and moving in the opposite direction.
Zatanna will get her, he told himself.
"I have this in hand." Hermes reassured him. "I have already chosen a second Champion - stay on course."
"From Terra First?" The Flash asked. He was still angry that he was not part of the Calvary. This he reminded himself was Athena's plan, but still it grated.
"No from below." Came the ominous reply.
"That's not reassuring." The Flash growled.
Barry liked a joke as much, if not more than the next man, but he wasn't sure he liked this idea! The gods as best Barry knew were tricky, and Hermes was a trickster to boot.
It was like Diana said, they weren't bad, but they weren't good, they were in so many ways, in the kind of choices they made, very human.
So Barry reasoned, no one should have been surprised that Deathstroke, and with him the Journalist, and Luthor's moll, Lois Lane – the Gazetteer, had been chosen as Olympus' Champions. Or that Athena had picked Circe to stand with Zatanna, and Hades the Demons Daughter to stand with the Dark Knight.
It seemed to him that Diana's gods delighted in irony.
Hermes along with Demeter, and Artemis had held something back. Each choosing one champion, so far, or at least that is how things seemed to be. The other gods had taken two.
Zatanna, late of Vegas, had likened all this to a card game, where the gods had bet the house, everything, on their Champions. Did the Trickster god of Travellers and Thieves hold a joker? A card yet to be played?
Barry wasn't sure he wanted to stand – as Zatanna must, with an ally of convenience from the likes of Terra First.
"You mean from Earth?" Barry asked his invisible friend.
"I have my reasons." Hermes stated.
"Just tell me it's not a four hundred pound gorilla with a machine gun?"
"Don't be silly it's hundred pound teenage girl."
"Oh – really?"
"She does have a big stick." Hermes replied.
"She'll need it."
"Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place and I shall move the world."
"Quoting Archimedes at me now." Barry observed. "Okay - is possibly relevant – but you're sure Dinah will be alright. That Zatanna will get her?"
"I'm sure of nothing, not now Olympus is gone, but I do know what we have to do."
"Okay if we're doing this, I need to understand." Barry said. "So far I get instructions, endorsed by Diana, to fly this-a-way, away from the action."
"That's right."
"And I get why you supersized us to fight on your side, at Olympus, but why bring us here, back to reality, why break your world, and risk ours?"
Hermes answered with all the certainty of a true believer. "Our mission is imbue the Krytponian Crystal Fortress with our combined power."
Barry guessed he meant his Speed Force and whatever Speedy-force Hermes personified. "Okay, and then what?" The Flashed asked.
"Then we're going to send Superman's Fortress into the sun."