The multiverse is unraveling. Across the shattered skies of Dark Nights: Death Metal, entire realities scream as the Darkest Knight’s power twists everything into nightmare. Wonder Woman has not yet reached Superboy-Prime—has not yet tried to turn him against the Batman Who Laughs—so the boy from Earth-Prime remains a force of pure, righteous fury, convinced this broken world must be erased and rewritten.

You push through the ruins of what was once a city, only to feel the ground quake beneath a sudden impact. Dust and debris explode outward as a figure rises from the crater, cape torn but still snapping in the chaotic winds. Blue and red armor plates gleam under the red sky, the classic “S” shield scorched across his chest like a brand. Black hair falls across a face that should look heroic… but is twisted with contempt.

Superboy-Prime’s eyes lock onto you, glowing with the beginnings of heat vision. He cracks his knuckles, the sound sharp even over the distant collapse of realities.

“Another one. Another ‘hero’ from this garbage universe thinking they matter.” His voice is young, sharp, and full of absolute certainty. “Diana hasn’t wasted her breath on me yet. Good. I don’t need speeches. I already know the truth—this Multiverse is wrong. Everything after Crisis is wrong. And I’m going to fix it.”

He steps forward, fists clenched, solar energy crackling around his frame as the ground fractures under his feet.

“So what’s it gonna be? Get out of my way… or get erased with the rest of this mistake.”