Green Lantern:

John is stumbling through the desert, as he had done for so long now that he can't remember the amount of time that's actually passed since he was left by the creature, in the middle of nowhere, with no way of calling for aid, navigating and most crucially; being left in a place that hadn't seen rain for over a hundred years. He knows there are, or at least were, settlements out here, mining towns built around nitrate mines and other things, but he would be lucky if he found one. In a way he thinks it's actually worse than being in the scorching Sahara Desert, because the temperature in the Atacama fluctuates wildly, between scorching temperatures at noon and frost in the night. And the sweat he's drenched his suit with is now cooling him as evening approaches. And despite the scarcity of water, he is stumbling through a field of purple flowers and strange bulbous piles of moss that comes up to his tights.

He sits down to rest at one of the moss piles, feeling drained in every way he can remember being and the headache he has isn't helping.

"Nice place otherwise." He mumbles at the scenery in front of him before he leans back and falls asleep.

"ON YOUR FEET SOLDIER!" John bolts to his feet from his rest at the sudden shout, barely noticing the clear night sky above him and who the shadow was that shouted at him. As soon as he becomes a little awake, his legs give in under him and he collapses again. "Get up soldier; this is no place for a nap." The shadow orders as John realizes how cold he is.

"How long was I out?" He asks with a parched throat. "Spare a drink?" He asks as he looks up and finds only the silhouette of another soldier standing over him.

"You don't need one. Come on, gotta keep moving."

"Sure feels like I do." John sighs as he forces himself to stand. "Where did you come from?"

"That's not important." The other soldier, he is almost sure is a woman, replies. "What's important is that you keep going."

"Where?" John asks.

"Doesn't matter, come on." The other soldier replies before she walks off.

"Who are you?" He asks after catching up with her.

"That's not important either." She replies but he grabs her shoulder and stop her.

"Stop being mysterious! Who are you?!" He demands hoarsely.

"I am a soldier of will, like you, but I don't have a name. And right now my only purpose is to keep you going, for your own sake."

"Why?" John asks.

"Because you are needed." The soldier replies.

"Without this, without the Corps…" He says and motions at his depleted ring.

"Before either of those, there was a hero, a soldier, a force of will." The woman replies.

"That's not enough for this." John sighs.

"That's all that's needed, in this place, watch." She says before she steps into the air and just stands there. "Pure will."

"You're not just a soldier, are you?" John asks.

"I am but an aspect of a greater whole, a whole that's now largely subdued by another aspect of us, that's left you here with words that's made you doubt your own worth." The Soldier replies.

"What is going on?" John asks.

"You won't remember it but you are in the Himalaya's fighting this other aspect of me, it's pulled you into our mind. You need to realize that in order to help us get our head back in order."

"And how do I do that?" John asks.

"In here; you have to realize that there is no ring. But there is John Stewart, and in my realm, that means more than anything else." The soldier replies before she vanishes.

John sits down and rubs his eyes and thinks about it, feeling the ring rub against his skin. In the darkness he slips it off his finger and holds it up to the moon. "There is no ring." He says as he looks at the silhouette before turning it around. "Mental prison of some kind… hold on." He mutters as he remembers a warning Katma give him one of his first days on Oa.; "Because of the rings power, telepaths and other kinds of psychers often try to trick Lanterns into thinking their rings don't work, if they believe it, the ring will make it so."

"But that's in the real world." John notes before he tries to think if Katma had mentioned anything like this, then J'onn and then... "I am missing someone." He realizes and immediately tries to dig up anything that he was missing but it's all coming to him in a jumble. "It's a maze in there." He sighs before it hits him. "Maze.." He mutters as his memory takes him away, reminding him of a time when he was stuck in a maze without his ring.

"Rav…" The partially spoken name makes him look up at his surroundings, realizing he was in fact back in the maze, only it was in his head this time. And what she had mentioned to him at one point when he had asked about something else. "In my mind I can do anything I like, you could do the same because it is still in your mind as well."

He stands up and looks at the ring again, grunts, and throws it away, knowing it had been what was holding him back. "Be what you can be." He mutters to himself as he wills himself to lift off the ground as he was used to and takes off, but then the other part of it comes to him. "I didn't tell you this because stray thoughts can cause chaos." He hears her say before he looks down and sees a city rise out of the desert beneath him, a city of buildings he had helped draw, buildings that now stood somewhere and some who didn't. Oddly enough he just smiles at it before he looks up and finds the moon an empty white disc and heads for it, knowing where he had to go.

Lady Blackhawk

"Hello? Anyone here?" Zinda asks as she walks around the dark and seemingly empty tower she had landed on. She had looked into a few of the rooms she had passed by, finding what she meant was a laboratory, a metal workshop, and a few rooms.

"Hello Zinda." A familiar computerized voice of a woman says from above.

"Ah hello? I am looking for the… Oracle?" Zinda asks.

"And you have found her, for the Oracle is me." The voice replies.

"Ok, I was told I needed your help to get to where I needed to be." Zinda replies.

"You do, but first you need to see me." The Oracle replies. "Down the hall, then turn left and follow the main hallway to the main living room."

Zinda follows the directions as asked but arrives in an empty room, there is a table to her left, a kitchen to her right and a circular couch in front of her, but there is no one here. "Ah… you're still here?"

"I am, the hard part you have to get through is seeing me." The Oracle replies. "And in order to see me, you have to remember who I am."

"Ah… Is that something you can help me with?" Zinda asks.

"I can only give you hints and my time is short." The Oracle replies. "So, ask away, but think before you do."

"Was Ragnarok real?" Zinda asks, though part of her was suspecting it wasn't as important as she might think it was.

"It wasn't, it was an illusion your real opponent inserted itself into. In the past you, like many, really feared Hitler would find some kind of occult weapon of mass destruction, even if you openly scoffed at the idea." The Oracle replies.

"Was you the one in my radio back there?" Zinda continues.

"It was an attempt at getting you to realize it was all a dream." The Oracle continues. "An attempt to wake you up with someone you know intimately."

Zinda thinks about it because the phrasing bothered her. "Are you really called the Oracle?"

"No. The Oracle you know is someone else, the memory of someone that's being suppressed at the moment." The Oracle replies.

"Then… how can I trust you, if you aren't honest with me?" Zinda continues.

"Because I needed to come to you as a face and a voice that you know and trust."

"Who are you really then?" Zinda continues.

"I have no name of my own, I have no need of such a thing. But amongst my sisters, I am simply known as Memory. But I must implore you to ask about the Oracle, time grows short and she is the key." Memory replies as her voice changes a little.

Zinda closes her eyes and thinks again, wondering if she should continue with this. "How do I meet her the first time?" She asks before realizing she somewhere already knew the Oracle was a woman.

"She asked to meet you through a telephone call, asking you to wait in a Bludhaven alley, out of sight. She pulls up in a large black sedan. The back door opens and she asks you to come inside, telling you she knows you feel lost." Memory replies.

Zinda envisions the meeting, she remembers Bludhaven, one of Gothams ugly suburbs, she remembers it being a lot uglier the second time than she remembered it. She imagines the car and what happened and what it meant. "She has a driver. Why would I get in a car with someone I have never met?" She asks.

"You felt eased by what you saw." Memory replies.

"I am not so stupid to think women can't be dangerous." Zinda replies, knowing she was living proof of that.

"In this case you were, for a very obvious reason, even if you were actually wrong that time." Memory replies.

Zinda continues to imagine the meeting, trying to imagine what would obviously calm her about a stranger. "Why doesn't she, or the driver leave the car?"

"The secrecy surrounding her identity is paramount to what she does. The driver stays incase they need to flee. Also, it is inconvenient for the Oracle having to get in and out of the car." Zinda nods.

"How large is this sedan?" She asks.

"Imagine a lowered and taller Bently or Rolls Royce." Memory replies.

"Why is her secret so important to keep?" She asks, assuming the Oracle was disabled in some way.

"Her jobs, her past and her civilian life are important to her to keep separate from each other, no one outside of those she approves of must know about the connection. The jobs are both ones that would have her dead within a week if she was discovered."

"Was she a cape in the past?"

"Cape?" Memory asks.

"Eh… One of the Mystery Men?"

"Ah, yes, she was. Operated in Gotham, wore a bat on her chest."

"And this new job?" Zinda continues as she definitely seems to remember something about a massive yellow disc with a bat in its center.

"Collecting information, wherever it might be. Private holdings, companies and even the Pentagon a few times."

"But not in person." Zinda notes. "The driver is her extended arm?"

"Her first operative and a close friend. She didn't care for you initially." Memory replies.

"Why not?" Zinda asks.

"She worked with Oracle for several missions before she was allowed to know who she was. You however knew from the moment you said yes."

"Why was I different?" Zinda asks.

"Oracle learns from her mistakes, or tries to at least. With the driver, she thought she could do everything from behind the screen and the operative would handle themselves in the field. The driver did actually meet her a few times but was told she was just a friend, the deception caused a split between them for a while, and Oracle wanted to avoid that with you."

"Right." Zinda replies. "Why would I be wrong this one time about getting in a car with a disabled person?"

"Because, even if she is disabled, she is far from defenseless. Handles on her chair can be detached to form clubs."

"Perfect in an enclosed space." Zinda mutters as she thinks, trying to find something that would trigger her memories as she can feel time running short. "Is she in a wheelchair?"

"She is." Memory replies and that just triggers a series of images in Zinda's head.

She is standing, lonely and cold in the alley she was asked to wait in, keeping her coat pulled tight around her. Down from the back of the alley she sees a pair of headlights shine across the alley she is standing in. Slowly a big black car turns the corner, blinding Zinda before she gets her hand up, and rolls slowly down to stop beside her. The rear door on her side opens and she looks into the lighted rear seats, where a wheelchair bound redhead sits and smiles at her. "Hello Zinda, I am Oracle, please come in." She says and Zinda, nervously gets in. "I know you feel lost."

"Meaning?" Zinda asks suspiciously.

"It's not every day you notice a pilot from World War II has moved into your area." Oracle smirks, getting a look from Zinda, who had just been met with disbelief and ridicule when she mentioned it. "And if you want something to do, I can use a pilot like you."

"Doing what?" Zinda asks.

"Flying, driving, helping me fight the good fight with the others." Oracle replies.

"They said I was nuts and took away my authorization." Zinda notes, it had probably the worst, her license was called outdated and taken away from her while being told she wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of a plane anymore.

"As if that would stop a member of the Blackhawks." Oracle replies, getting a smile to play across Zinda's face, no one else had even heard of them, or at least that's what they told her.

"I might be crazy and you might be pulling my leg…" She starts and closes the door. "But you have my interest."

"Great." Oracle replies and smiles and nods at the driver. "I'm Bar…"

"Barara." Zinda finishes as she opens her eyes and is met with the Oracles holographic image as she remembers the rest of it.

"Well done, now you have to face the monster causing all of this." Memory replies getting a nod from Zinda before she turns to face the corridor behind her only for it to rush forwards to take her away.

Nightwing sees a spot in the darkness that he knows he is heading towards. "Almost there, hang in everyone." He thinks before he enters the gray spot and is immediately confused at the other people's presence who seem just as surprised to see him as he is to see them. "Diana?" He asks Wonder Woman.

"We got pulled into her. Everyone make ready." Diana replies and looks at the others with them.

"That's not who I think it is." Helena notes at the cloaked figure standing between them and the only other feature in this dark place; a pair of lights and what looks to be a stone tomb.

"It is not." J'onn replies.

"Diana?" Nightwing asks as the others gather around.

"I will handle her, the rest of you get the coffin open." Diana instructs, knowing what Richard was thinking as Rage hisses at them. "GO!" She shouts as she propels herself into the embodiment that comes rushing them from the other side.

"STOP MEE!" Rage hisses as she squirms around in Diana's grasp.

"Niffoc nepo!" Zatanna commands the slab of stone, but it doesn't budge. "Figures." She mutters as J'onn brushes his hand over it.

"Anything?" Nightwing asks.

"Nothing, I cannot penetrate this." J'onn replies as Shaeyera tries hitting it.

"Guess we will just have to push it off." John adds.

"Everyone on one side." Nightwing instructs as everyone gets on one side of the massive tomb. "On three. One, two, three!" He says before everyone pushes, but the piece of stone barely moves as they put all their effort into it.

"Easy Rage, we are here to help." Diana tries as Rage bites at her shoulders and rips at her flanks with her fingers that feel like steel.

"Can't stop myself!" Rage snaps. "She's inside of me!"

"Fight it!" Diana replies as she grinds her teeth as she feels her skin break under the attacks. "You can do it."

"No… I can't." Rage growls with a strained voice as she continues her assault, managing to break Diana's hold. "Fight me… put me down before I kill you!" She says before she charges Diana again.

"I won't." Diana replies as she dodges aside the charge and grabs Rage again, but this time holding her from behind. "Because we love you."

"Love me?!" Rage seethes. "You can't love something like me!"

"I love everyone. Even you." Diana says as she lets her own feelings flow, knowing Rage would feel it. As the others struggle with the lid, Rage coughs, quiets down and almost relaxes. "We are here for you too."

"Wait." J'onn says as he stops trying to push the lid off as he looks at Diana and Rage before he sees it. "DIANA!" He shouts in alarm as Rage seems to explode with a scream before she runs towards them.

The others scramble away as Rage leaps through the air and onto the coffin and brings both her fists down on the lid, making the world around them shake. "WAKE UP RAVEN! DON'T LEAVE ME OUT HERE WITH HER!" She says as she punches the lid, making it crack and white light shines out from within, but only briefly before it closes itself again. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" Rage screams as she keeps attacking the lid.

"Everyone, we have to add ours to her. She isn't strong enough." J'onn says as Diana gets back on her feet while the others just stare dumbfounded at Rage.

"How can we help her? We could barely move that thing." Helena asks.

"We get angry." Nightwing says, getting some looks of question from the others. "It's how her powers work; we get angry and she draws on it."

"I can set it off." J'onn says as he closes his eyes. "Please begin."

For some of them it is difficult to get into the mind-setting needed for it, but J'onn nudges them along, finding raw nerves and memories that stoke the angers of the others, and he gathers the feelings while the others start loosing themselves to the rage coursing through them, shouting and screaming. And on the tomb Rage bellows at the lid that continues to defy her. And then J'onn lets his own anger loose in a scream of his own while hurling it all Rage.

The boost has Rage soar into the sky, burning red with power before hurling herself at the immovable tomb with one final scream. The lid is blasted apart at the impact and Rage disappears into the bright light inside before it reseals itself above her. Leaving the others feeling drained and empty.

"You gotta be kidding me." Wally groans as he looks at the lid.

"All that and for nothing?" Zinda adds.

"Not… quite." J'onn sighs before the world lurches under their feet. "She's waking." He says as the lid of the tombs is suddenly blasted apart and something burning with light emerges and washes them all away to the sound of a scream.

"Etrigan, O Etrigan, whatever shall you do? Once I rip your tongue and take your rhymes away from you?" Carnage smirks as she stands with one foot on Etrigans chest and one hand firmly wrapped around the yellow demons long tongue, while Fate, Inza and Zauriel hang suspended in the air next to them by the same power that's keeping Etrigans arms down.

Etrigan growls something inaudible, but his eyes are wide enough for her to see he was genuinely worried she'd do it, leaving him incapable of changing back on his own.

"I'll tell you; bleed and scream." She whispers before something changes in her eyes. "AH…" She growls and lets go of Etrigans abused tongue before she drops to one knee while holding onto her head. "No… Stay down in there!"

"Everyone. On your feet. Quick!" Diana shouts from somewhere as the magic holding the others fail and they fall to the ground.

"Superman, help them! Star, you too!" Nighwing orders, thanking for small mercies that his suit had shielded him from the worst of the cold. And soon both, heat vision and starbolts are trained onto those who were close to freezing to death. "Diana?" He asks as he sees the Amazon warrior stand and look at Carnage trying to get back on her feet.

"It isn't over. And something else is in motion." Diana notes as Carnage rises.

"Stay down in there!" Carnage growls as they all hear something that sounded like a far off explosion. Carnage doesn't have time to react as something barrels into her, the impact pushes those who were unprepared for it to the ground.

"What was that?!" Nightwing asks as he gets up.

"Black Adam." Diana mutters before she flies off, finding the combatants further down the mountain.

"I remember you!" Carnage growls as she trades blows with Adam.

"As do I!" Adam growls through clenched teeth.

"It didn't go so well that last time either." Carnage hisses. Diana hangs in the air and watches them, part of her was telling her she could engage, but is conflicted about which side she should take, but the part she listens to is the tactical warrior. She needed the break, and if either of the two defeated the other, they would be less ready to handle the League. Exhausted as it might be, it was still more than either of the two.

"That's the Champion of the Heliopolis." Io whispers to the other Amazons hiding behind a rock, because they weren't quite sure Bast's boon was enough to hide them completely.

"Diana has spoken mostly of ill with that one, nothing appears to have changed in him." Hippolyta whispers. "Stlll as bad as the pharoes he once served."

"I can hit him in the neck from here, no problem." Antiope mutters as she keeps the bow taunt.

"No, Raven could handle him alone. He is not the reason we are here." Artemis adds.

"He might be, but the Heliopolis is most likely not the only ones who's noticed." Penelope finishes as Carnage catches both Adams fists in her own.

"The others I am going to take my time with, but you." She rumbles as she forces him down on one knee. "You are nothing to me!"

"GA!...AAAARRRRRGGG!" Adam screams as she continues to bend his arms backwards, threatening to break his arms while she crushes his hands.

"Wait… do you feel that?" Philipus asks as she looks at the cloud filled sky, while Io pulls a face. "Oh no."

"Hrr?" Carnage rumbles as she drops Adam in the snow and looks up as well before letting loose a tremendous bellow as if challenging the skies themselves.

And the skies answer, with a trio of screeches before the creatures descend on their target. They look different than the last time, now they look completely human, only twisted and indifferent to each other. Their flesh I pale as snow, their eyes dark, save for a small flash of red in the depths. They wear ring-mail armor over the top of their chest, leaving their midsections bare and a loose white skirt covering most of their bare legs. And their dark hair moves around on their own as if they were snakes. The only visible difference between them, are their weapons, one carries a flail made of scorpions, another carries a huge kitchen knife and the last a long spear.

"We are here to avenge Hell Mistress!" One of them hisses as they dodge past Carnage as she sends out beams of power after the trio.

"Slayer of father." One of the others hisses as they weave and dodge around Carnage as she tries to grab and shoot them.

"Die!" The last one finishes as the flail wraps itself around Carnages left arm.

But the wielder is immediately yanked towards Carnage, who grabs her by the hair. "I care not!" She hisses before smashing the Fury's head against her left knee before she swings her around with the flail, to catch the spear bearer coming towards her back. She lets loose a scream however when the last of the Furies leap onto her back and buries the knife in her chest.

"Diana!" Nightwing shouts as he can see the other Furies scramble to take advantage. "Help her!"

But Diana just floats down to him, so she won't have to shout. "Richard… there is nothing I can do." Diana replies.

"I don't accept that!" Richard snaps as he takes in the defeat in Diana's eyes while she takes on the angry expression on his face before he suddenly freezes along with the sound of struggle.

"Champion, listen to me." Diana recognizes the voice of Athena, but that it rumbles means she won't be able to see her. "She can still be saved, but you are the only one able strike at the right moment… when it is there; bury her." Diana doesn't get a chance to reply before time resumes its course.

"And you are right, but even if you somehow made them go away, Carnage is still in control." Diana replies, but Nightwing is still about to set off before she grabs his wrist. "Don't!"

"I gotta help her!" Nightwing shouts, Diana takes a calm look at him before she hits him on the side of the head, knocking him out.

"Some other day, hopefully." She sighs and turns back to look at the struggle, that she notices is actually still slightly in Carnages favor thanks to the speed, power and skill she's left with. And Diana can tell Carnage doesn't have full access to Raven's powers, because she is muttering to Raven to stop holding her back.

"More are coming." Philipus notes to the Amazons as Raven punches one of her adversaries a dozen feet away from her, before disarming the knife carrier and blasting the spear carrier.

"Oh no… what were they thinking?" Zauriel groans as the skies seem to brighten before hundreds of tiny specs of light

"What is that?" Huntress asks as the specs become streams of light that head towards them.

"The Pax Dei." Zauriel mutters. "Everyone! Be ready to fight!" He shouts to the others. "Heavens army is here!"

"Ah… isn't that a good thing?" Flash asks.

"They will consider us tainted." Dr. Fate replies and begins muttering to himself to bring up his defenses.

"Things couldn't get any more complicated." Zatanna adds before she begins as well as the others notice that a section of the new arrivals head towards them and the rest head for Carnages position.

"Be at ease in the presence of the Pax Dei!" Kind voice rings in their heads that gets the heroes to look to each other in confusion while Etrigan hisses in anger while he tries to stop his tongue from swelling from the abuse it suffered.

"That… That's not what they mean, is it?" Starfire asks.

"It's a trick, stand fast!" Zauriel shouts in reply, knowing the voice was one of the unseen cherubim, that often worked in advance of the angels main body of soldiers, that now starts to circle above them.

"Mortals! Surrender yourselves for the judgement of your souls!" One of the angels shouts before three of them land before the group, they don't look like Zauriel, they are broader in faces and builds and all of them have brownish skins and wear scraps of armor and all wear a golden ring in their noses and have bull's horns growing from their heads.

"That is no task for the Bull Host!" Zauriel shouts back. "You know this Andariel!"

"Zauriel." The leader of the three notes with a smirk. "You look like you've seen better days." He notes at the former angels broken wings as Raven roars. "We will undo that monster and we will cleanse you lot of her poison, if possible." He says to the others. "Take them." He says before the angels descend from above.

"Shazam!" Diana watches in grim silence as Carnage's battle turns into a desperate fight for survival. "Shazam!" Black Adam does as she thought he would, he flies away, now that he had mended his arms and hands. She continues to watch as she see's him, the leader of the angelic host; Asmodel, King Angel of the Bull Host. They had met him before when he pursued Zauriel to Los Angeles, fearing he would turn into another Lucifer. Back then Asmodel had threatened with destroying the entire city if he needed to. And now as Carnage is being slowed by the sheer mass of angels, she can see him waiting to pounce, to drive his own burning sword into her chest. And Diana knows what she has to do.

"Shouldn't we do something?!" Penelope hisses.

"No, not yet." Hippolyta whispers as he looks over the boulder. "There is something missing here."

"Looks like there's plenty already." Artemis notes, though she understands what Hippolyta was saying. "What is Diana doing?" She says as she notes Diana's inactivity, save for the casual dispatching of three angels trying to capture her.

"She's waiting." Antiope notes before she also notes how Asmodel is moving. "We need to get away from here. Quick!" She says quickly before she breaks cover and heads towards the cliffs that lead up to the plateau where the League is fighting, the other Amazons quickly follow and start climbing, trusting the hunter having seen something to warrant it.

Diana sees the moment approaching as she prepares herself, she would have to be fast and she would have to strike harder than she ever had before and hope the gambit would be enough. And then she sees it, Carnage is making backhanded swipe to send one of the Furies and seven angels flying, leaving her chest exposed. Time slows for Diana as Asmodel attacks as well, after two meters of her own movement she breaks the sound barrier, she goes hypersonic after 20, after a hundred meters of travel and three meters from her target and next to Asmodel, she is far past escape velocity.

The pressure wave from Diana's blow sends every angel and Fury flying, the League, it's opponents and the Amazons are thrown to the ground. The valley Carnage was fighting in, is turned into a crater and the valley cliffs of stone and ice collapse. The tremors start off even more avalanches across the already battered region. Asmodel is the only one remaining on his feet to see Diana herself tumble to the ground with the effort, while Carnage is sent flying back into the mountain wall a mile away. The impact alone is felt in the ground, which comes before the entire mountainside comes down on Carnage, burying her under millions of tons of rock, snow and ice.

Diana looks up to see the mountainside come down, knowing that she had done what Athena hoped. But she knows that her own life and those of her friends were now in Athena's hands, in one way or the other, for she is drained. So drained in fact that she can't bring herself to resist the hand that closes over her head and lifts her up to Asmodels red eyes.

"I know not why you wished to land the killing blow, woman. But it will make no difference to the judgement of your soul." He snorts making his furnace-like breath come out as steam through the grill in his helmet.

"My soul is not for the likes of you to judge." Diana growls.

"Today it will be demon-lover." Asmodel rumbles as the Furies screech at the angels before they take off, leaving the angels with the League.

"No, we do not move until absolutely necessary." Hippolyta hisses at Artemis who wanted to attack before the League was defeated by the angels. "Wait, for the moment where our blows will count."

"All-Father, should we make ready?" Brunnhilde, greatest of the Valkyries, asks her lord as they observe the events from the peak of the mountain above the battlefield.

"Nay, no more than what you are." Odin replies as he sits quietly on Sleipnir and observes. "There are plans in motion… ah yes, 'tis a trap." He mutters to himself as Muninn caws. "You see them as well my Valkyrie." He nods at a rock, where he can see the Amazons hide, the enchantments of Bastet and Athena may hide them from lesser beings, but not Odin All-Father.

"The Undying of Olympus." Brunnhilde notes as she sees the shades, her eyes seeing the Amazons clearly due to their spirits that shine in her eyes, showing her who was worthy to enter Valhalla and join the Einherjar host that dwells within, waiting for the final battle. But at the same time, she sees the aura that surrounds the Amazons, meaning that she couldn't claim them, they were marked for another fate after death finally found them. "But what of the daughter of Sutr?" She asks having seen that Raven didn't have that aura.

"Hmm." Odin hums as he looks at the hill of rubble where Raven lies buried. "No, it is not her time, not yet, she still has a part to play." He says as they notice the white glowing entity rise from the debris.