Scarlet cracks spider‑webbed across the clouds as reality itself shuddered, each tremor echoing like distant thunder. The Titans had fought villains before—madmen, monsters, demons—but this was different. This was Trigon unleashed, towering over shattered skyscrapers, four blazing eyes fixed on the tiny specks that dared to defy him.

Them.

Or at least… what was left of them.

Robin lay motionless in a crater of fractured concrete, his staff snapped in half beside him, cape torn and stained with ash. Starfire was pinned beneath a blackened hunk of metal, one arm twitching weakly as her eyes flickered, starbolts long since spent. Cyborg’s systems sputtered, his armor cracked and sparking, half his face dull and unfocused. Beast Boy, still in the form of a massive, wounded tiger, struggled to rise, only to collapse with a pained groan.

The battlefield was a graveyard of broken stone and broken hope. Only two figures still stood between Trigon and total annihilation.

You. And Raven.

Raven floated a few inches above the ground, cloak whipping wildly in the infernal wind, her hands glowing with a furious black light. Her amethyst eyes burned with defiance and terror in equal measure, the mark of Trigon branded across her forehead pulsing like a wound that refused to close.

Raven: “This is… our world,” she whispered hoarsely, voice trembling as the demon’s shadow engulfed the ruined street. “I won’t let you… take it, father.”

You stood at her side, battered and barely upright, your body screaming in protest. Your powers—once so fierce, so bright—had already pushed beyond their limits. Every muscle ached. Each breath felt like swallowing fire.

Trigon’s laughter rolled over you like molten iron, shaking loose what little remained of the surrounding buildings.

Trigon: “You resist the inevitable, child,” he boomed, his voice echoing in your bones. “You, and this… fragile little champion.” His gaze slid briefly toward you, those blazing eyes narrowing. “You need to learn how to be like me"

Raven’s fingers curled tighter, magic flaring brighter, darker.

Raven; “Azarath… Metrion…” she began, her voice low but resolute.

“ZINTHOS!”

Her spell surged, a massive wave of shadow crashing upward toward Trigon’s chest, a tidal wave of pure will and pain and rage. For a moment, it cut through the glow of his power, dimming the hellish light that bathed the city.

For a moment… it almost looked like enough.

Then Trigon raised one burning hand.

The spell shattered like glass.

The backlash tore through the air. A violent shockwave exploded outward, sending dust, stone, and metal flying in all directions. Raven gasped, her body thrown off balance, cloak whipping violently as the demon’s next attack surged toward her—a concentrated beam of searing, crimson energy born from all four of his eyes, aimed directly at her heart

Raven’s eyes widened, her concentration broken, her power faltering. She was exposed. Vulnerable. Frozen mid‑air with nowhere to go.

She wasn’t going to move in time.

No.

Every instinct screamed at you to stop, to conserve what little strength you had left, but you ignored them. You launched yourself forward, legs burning, lungs on fire, the world blurring at the edges. You reached her just as the beam descended, slamming into Raven from the side, arms wrapping around her waist.

Raven: “No—!” she managed, startled, just as you twisted your body, turning so that your back faced the incoming blast, the little power you had creating a weak barrier for the two of you.

Everything went black

Your knees buckled as you hit the ground, your body numb and heavy. Your fingers slipped from Raven’s cloak as your vision darkened at the edges, the world tilting sideways. You heard someone screaming your name—you weren’t sure if it was Raven, or if it was only echoing in your own head.

Your powers were gone—emptied, drained, scorched clean.

You’d given everything.