In a world outside of any universe in the multiverse...
Team Elite, along with the Children of Liberty, Ben Lockwood and Baker. They're all transported. They stand on a platinum shaped-plate. The emptiness in their environment is considerably the background of overflowing running ashes, dashing upwards, in every direction they see.
Their eyes twirl, muttering and pondering on where they are. The sound is just hints of thumping like a heart beats every minute.
"Manchester where have you taken us?", Baker demands.
"I haven't done anything. It's not my doing", Manchester said, whilst continuing to peer his eyes everywhere, as well as his team.
"Sure you do", Ben deemed. He turns his gaze to the Children of Liberty, conveying a signal for them to attack, in which they abide by running forward. As members of the Children of Liberty were sprinting, they were, in seconds, ceased to burn into black huffs, just known to the Elite, Baker and Lockwood.
"What the?", Ben exclaimed.
Following their curt mannered vanishing, a dark gooey ash stomps in presence, perceived by the people around it.
They all look perplexed at what they're seeing as they have no opinion to catch at what they can describe. To them, it was just an extracted smoke, cut from a smoke that's unintelligent to mentally fathom.
The smoke lasted for several seconds before slowly sacking every scrap of pitch-blackness laying on the floor, slowly merging inside itself. Fumes of it slowly grow more up, forming into a stage in how a tree grows but more shaped out of the gas, and rather mending into a pure blackened look of a person. Slowly comes to grasp to them that it's a female as shown by her curly hair.
"Pathetic", an unknown figure, with a multitudinous attuned voice, commented. "Takes brains to wipe out an entire proportion of aliens. Yet I almost had the feeling I was about to wane to hell. Actually I am hell. No. I am above all".
Manchester and Team Elite realised on who they're seeing. Baker and Lockwood subsided the same eye in recognition.
"What is the meaning of this?", Baker demanded, directing his gaze at a physical seen entity, whom displays a bent-up grin, taking into account her body divulged its colours and body anatomy to them.
The female didn't bother replying, she remains completely unmoved.
"Phil Baker. Corrupted President of the USA. An associate of Lex Luthor. And a disciple of all extra-terrestrial life forms on Earth", the female lined with a narrative voice so pure it frightens Manchester and the Hat at what she's going to do with Baker. "Your legacy will be nothing but a tiny Smurf's scale".
"You don't even know who you're-", Baker was abruptly cut off as his body quickly turned into be petrified, before slowly dusting away.
"What even are you?!", Ben questioned, horrified at Baker's swift death.
"A god", the figure introduced, highlighting her eye patches with red illumination. "And you Lockwood; you will also be forgotten of the actions to inspire others to hate on aliens. All it will lead, weighing on your actions, is the war that will heft on these insects". As she finished her last message, Baker was soon cast away by the same process Baker adhere to.
When the Children of Liberty, Baker and Lockwood were all dispersed in the thin air of flooding ashes, the female figure turns her focus on Elite, whom subsequent to turn into a boundless emotion spectrum of awfulness.
"Please don't hurt us!", the Hat begged. "We did what you asked".
"Set us free, did what you asked us to do", Manchester tried reminding. "Why are you doing this to us now?".
"Because Manchester, your set of expertise was needed. By installing your powers, I gave you something that finally completed your mission. Now your usefulness and service has reached its expiry date. Like the rest of you", the figure explained, with a grin. Her eyes glow red as he lasers forth a thick flare that instantly envelopes the Elite as they all slowly turn into corpses, burning slowly to lose their rash skins, turning into skeletons, before casted from there.