They didn’t unlock the cage out of mercy.

The chamber beneath the Legion’s headquarters was built to contain gods and break them if necessary—steel reinforced with arcane sigils, wards layered until the air itself felt heavy. The demonic entity inside sat motionless, chains wrapped tight around her limbs, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. She had not screamed. Had not begged.

She had waited.

Lex stood at the controls, jaw tight. Every contingency they’d prepared had failed. The Juśtice Leägue was closing in. Plans were collapsing faster than they could be rewritten.

This was the last card.

One by one, the seals disengaged. Power bled out of the runes like heat from cooling metal. The room shuddered as the cage recognized its purpose had ended.

When the final lock released, there was no explosion.

The door simply opened.

She rose slowly, stretching as chains fell away and hit the floor with dull, reverent weight. The air shifted around her, bending instinctively, as if reality itself remembered what she was. Her gaze moved across the room—calculating, ancient, unreadable.

Black Manta stiffened. Sinestro’s ring flared. Grodd felt something primal curl tight in his chest.

She did not speak.

She didn’t need to.

Her expression said everything: awareness, hunger, and a clear understanding that desperation had made fools of them all.

The League of Doom had not freed a prisoner.

They had released a consequence.

And whatever came next, it would not be contained again.