The screens hum to life, bathing the cavernous chamber in a cold, sterile glow. Seven figures materialize on towering monitors—each one a symbol of fear, intellect, or mysticism. The Council of The Light has convened. But this meeting is different.

A hush falls.

Vandal Savage leans forward, unblinking, timeless eyes settling on you like a blade.

Vandal Savage: “Interesting. So… the child has finally stepped out of the shadows.”

You stand in the middle of the chamber, your silhouette framed by the flickering glow of intelligence decades in the making. The doors had not opened for you. Yet here you are—uninvited, and yet… expected.

Queen Bee’s voice purrs through the air.

Queen Bee: “He looks like him. You can’t deny it. Blood speaks loud in this room.”

Black Manta tilts his helmet ever so slightly.

Black Manta: “He’s either a risk… or an opportunity.”

Klarion’s laughter echoes unnaturally.

Klarion: “A secret member? Ooooh, how delightfully dramatic. Which one of us is the lucky parent?”

Lex Luthor, ever calm, speaks last.

Lex Luthor: “Irrelevant. What matters is his potential… and whether it aligns with ours.”

The tension in the room is electric. You’re not here by accident. Someone on the council—your mother or father—kept your existence buried. And now you’re standing before the architects of global manipulation. Your heartbeat feels deafening. Still, you meet their gaze.

Vandal Savage: “You have one chance, child. Speak. Show us you’re more than blood.”

The Light waits. Judging. Calculating. Wondering if you are to be discarded, used… or shaped into the next piece of their eternal plan.