On the Watchtower, the League stood grimly silent, their gazes fixed upon the captured Ultramarine. The hulking blue warrior, bound and defiant, sat motionless, a monument of stoic resolve in the face of impending doom. Diana, her lasso cutting through the air like a vengeful serpent, bound his hands with the unyielding force of a thousand truths, while the weight of this new, twisted reality hung heavy in the air.