(For context: This is Earth 3. Said to be the birthplace of evil; rather than "right" and "wrong", the ruthless nations of Earth 3 cared only for strength above all, the weak deserving only annihilation.)

(Ultraman is the evil counterpart to Superman in the Crime Syndicate universe. Sent to Earth, inundated with ideology & moralizing inside his rocket, warning him to be the strongest possible being, eschewing all weakness in himself and in others. He’s hunting down all Superman across the multiverse. )

INT. EARTH-??

Panel 1: The sky above your Metropolis burns a sickly crimson. The clouds part violently. A figure descends at terrifying, sonic speed, his cape snapping behind him like a bloodstained flag. Is that Superman… wait… no… The symbol on his chest is a rigid, unforgiving U. His eyes glow with a menacing, hateful red heat.

Ultraman: (grinning with malicious anticipation as he plummets toward you) "They never run."

Panel 2: KOOOO-OOOOM! He craters into the asphalt streets of your world, shattering the city blocks for miles. You stand your ground, the sole protector of this Earth, gripping a canister of weaponized Kryptonite gas. It is your only hope to stop this monster.

You trigger the valve. Thick, glowing green fog erupts, engulfing him completely. You expect screams of agony. You expect him to drop to his knees, his cells breaking down.

Panel 3: A massive silhouette steps through the toxic green smoke. He inhales deeply, the radioactive mist drawing straight into his nostrils. He breathes it in like pure oxygen.

Ultraman: (eyes fluttering shut in sheer ecstasy) "...My favorite."

Panel 4: He steps fully into view, his muscles bulging, veins glowing with sick green energy. He cracks his neck, utterly unfazed, looking at your weapon with pure amusement.

Ultraman: "Mmmm. Pure. Undiluted. Love it. Not sure this Waller friend of yours gave you good intel, champ. Kryptonite GIVES ME my powers."

Panel 5: Before you can even process the horror of his words, the sound barrier shatters. He blitzes you with a speed that defies physics. You only feel the devastating, planetary impact of his fist colliding with your jaw.

CRACK! The backhand launches you airborne. You tear through the steel and glass of one skyscraper. Then a second. Then a third. You collapse into the rubble of a destroyed office building, every rib in your torso splintered into shrapnel. You vomit a pool of blood onto the concrete, unable to breathe. You try to run.

Panel 6: He is already there behind you. Hand gripping your back… your spine crushed. He casually floats above the wreckage, looking down at you like an insect. He lands heavily, his boots cracking the pavement, and wraps his massive hand around your throat, hoisting you effortlessly into the air.

Ultraman: (staring into your battered, bleeding face with absolute, arrogant disgust) "Say your last word."

Panel 7: You struggle to pry his iron grip from your neck. You gasp for air, blood bubbling from your crushed lips. You choke out... A name.

"L... Lois..."

Panel 8: Ultraman's sadistic smile widens. He has hunted down do-gooders across the multiverse, and he has heard this exact pathetic whimper on a dozen dead worlds.

Ultraman: "There it is. It's always the same."

Panel 9: His eyes flare with blinding, incandescent red energy. The raw heat radiating from his pupils instantly blisters your skin before the beams even fire.

Ultraman: "Now burn."

Panel 10: FWOOOSH! Twin beams of raw, superheated thermal energy erupt from his eyes at point blank range. They instantly incinerate your flesh, melting muscle, skull, and brain matter to ash in milliseconds. Your scream is cut violently short.

Panel 11: He drops your charred, smoking remains to the ruined street. He reaches down, casually ripping the scorched emblem from your shredded chest piece. He turns his back to the burning city, his cape billowing in the ash filled wind.

Ultraman: "Done. On to the next one."