Journey of the Last Saiyan

As the Amazons battled the endless stream of Valkyries, Orach launched himself directly toward the dimensional tear. He trusted Diana's abilities and the power she could draw from their bond - and if things went south, Zeta's defensive protocols would protect them. His priority now was the rift itself. While he could easily eliminate the Valkyries, leaving a dimensional tear open for too long in this already unstable reality posed a grave threat to the fabric of this timeline itself.

Like a golden meteor, he carved through the Valkyrie ranks. Those unfortunate enough to be in his path were swept aside by precise Ki blasts or devastating physical strikes. The warrior women's attacks, despite their divine enchantments, might as well have been trying to stop a star with paper shields.

"Sisters, hold the line!" Valkyrie Gudra, one of their leaders, called out. Her voice cracked with anguish as she watched her sisters fall by the dozens. "For Odin! For our fallen!" The pain of loss transformed into burning rage in her eyes. "CHARGE! Show this godslayer the fury of the Valkyries!"

Diana, dispatching another opponent with fluid grace, noticed the shift in the battlefield. Her eyes grew cold as she witnessed the desperate charge. "You won't get in his way!" she declared. With that, she tapped into her God Ki, her form shifting as she entered her Super Saiyan Blackberry transformation. God Ki coursed through her blade as she unleashed a devastating slash that cleaved through the charging ranks.

"Your courage is admirable," Diana addressed the surviving Valkyries, her voice carrying across the battlefield. "But this fight is pointless. Stand down, or share the fate of your sisters."

Despite getting injured in that strike, Gudra's response was a battle cry as she led another wave forward. "We don't fear death, Amazon! We welcome the chance to die fighting for a worthy cause." Her enchanted sword clashed against Diana's blade in a shower of sparks. "You side with a monster who slays gods! Even if we die, we would die with honor!"

"No," Diana countered, parrying a series of lightning-fast strikes. "We side with justice against false gods who would enslave humanity. Your Odin is no different!" Her next strike sent Gudra reeling backward, her armor cracking under the force of the blow.

Despite her injuries, Gudra's eyes blazed with warrior's pride as she rallied her remaining sisters. "Your strength is impressive, Amazon, but our resolve is unbreakable!" She launched herself forward, her enchanted blade wreathed in celestial energy.

The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through the air, divine energies crackling between them. Diana moved with fluid grace, each parry and counterstrike precise and measured.

Gudra pressed her assault, calling upon ancient Asgardian magic to enhance her strikes. Her blade became a blur of motion, forcing Diana to demonstrate the full extent of her newfound power. Diana's counterattack was devastating, her God Ki-enhanced sword cleaving through Gudra's magical defenses.

The force of Diana's last strike shattered Gudra's breastplate, sending the Valkyrie commander crashing through several of her own warriors. Yet even as blood flowed from her wounds, Gudra's eyes blazed with unwavering determination. Rising shakily to her feet, she raised her sword high. "Then we shall die as we lived - faithful to the end! Sisters, channel your essence into the final rite!"

Before Diana could react, Gudra and her closest warriors began chanting in ancient Norse, their bodies glowing with intense magical energy. Diana's eyes widened as she recognized the sacrificial spell. "No! Stand down! This is madness!"

"For Odin! For Valhalla!" Gudra screamed as she and her followers erupted in a massive magical explosion. The blast caught Diana off-guard, and she was barely able to erect a hasty defense using her God Ki. The shockwave hurled her through several buildings before she crashed into a steel-reinforced wall, leaving a crater in the concrete..

"Diana!" Donna cried out, instinctively moving to aid her sister. But a fresh wave of Valkyries descended upon her, their enchanted blades singing through the air. Gritting her teeth, she spun her spear in a defensive pattern. "Out of my way!"

The remaining Valkyries pressed their attack with renewed vigor, determined to honor their sisters' sacrifices. Their enchanted blades glowed with ancient Nordic runes as they forced Donna into a deadly dance of blade and spear. Surrounded on all sides, she fought desperately against multiple opponents. When a Valkyrie's sword strike caught her shoulder, Donna cried out in pain.

"You should worry about yourself. Your opponent is me," the warrior taunted, her sword clashing against Donna's weapon. "Don't worry—soon you'll join her in Helheim!"

"I said GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Donna growled, parrying the strike and countering with a devastating thrust that pierced her opponent's shoulder. Her spear became a blur as she fought to break through to Diana's position, knowing that every second counted.

Suddenly a primal roar shook the heavens as Diana rose from the rubble. Her blackberry-hued hair spiked upward, becoming more rigid as pink lightning crackled around her with increasing intensity. A blackberry aura erupted from her form and intensified, its wild fluctuations making the air tremble. Deep within her consciousness, she felt a resonance—the dormant Golden Oozaru stirring in response to her rage and determination. The ancient Saiyan power, granted through her bond with Orach, was fully awakening.

"Impossible!" one of the surviving Valkyries gasped, stumbling backward. "What…what kind of power is this? It's… still growing!"

Diana's muscles tensed as waves of God Ki pulsed outward. Her eyes, now a brilliant blackberry, fixed upon her opponents with deadly focus. The ground beneath her feet cracked and splintered as her power continued to rise.

"I finally remember," she said as her bond fully awakened, memories and emotions flooding back in full force. Looking up at the Valkyries and this new sister—for whom she felt both strange unfamiliarity and deep love from her time in this life—her mind crystallized with clarity. "Until now, you faced the Queen of the Amazons," she declared, her voice resonating with otherworldly power. "But now… you face the Mistress of the House of Gula, and you will learn why challenging my family was your final mistake."

Without warning, Diana vanished—her speed now far beyond what the Valkyries could track. She reappeared in their midst, her sword a blackberry blur as she struck with devastating precision. Three Valkyries fell before the others could even raise their weapons in defense.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Donna launched herself at the disoriented Valkyries, her spear cutting through their ranks with deadly precision as she fought her way to Diana's position.

The sisters reunited in mid-air, instinctively positioning themselves back-to-back to cover each other's vulnerabilities.

"Together," Donna called out, her voice firm with determination.

"Together," Diana confirmed, and as one.

The sisters moved in perfect synchronization, their combined assault devastating the Valkyrie ranks. Diana's blackberry-charged blade cleaved through magical barriers and most of the incoming Valkyries while Donna's spear found gaps in celestial armor in stragglers. Their movements complemented each other - where Diana struck high, Donna struck low; when one sister pressed forward, the other covered her flank.

"Form the Shield-Wall! Channel the ancient rites!" A Valkyrie commander shouted, rallying her remaining warriors.

The surviving Valkyries arranged themselves in a powerful defensive formation, their weapons beginning to pulse with combined magical energy. The air crackled as they wove their powers together, creating a barrier of interlocked runic shields.

Seeing this new defensive wall, the sisters exchanged a knowing glance. "Diana, that formation..." Donna began, analyzing the magical barrier.

"I need a moment to channel my power," Diana interrupted, her voice steady with determination. "Cover me."

"Consider it done." Donna twirled her spear with practiced precision, taking up a defensive stance before her sister. The weapon hummed with energy as she prepared to ward off any attacks.

Diana closed her eyes, drawing deep into her wellspring of God Ki. The energy flowed through her, transforming her sword. The blade elongated and broadened, crackling with blackberry-colored energy and pink lightning that made the air itself vibrate with power.

"Look! They're preparing something," a Valkyrie commander called out, raising her shield. "We should strike now, while they're vulnerable!"

"No," another Valkyrie countered, her voice carrying centuries of battlefield experience. "Our shield wall is impenetrable. Let them waste their energy - then we'll crush them both." Several warriors nodded in agreement, their confidence bolstered by the ancient magic flowing through their formation.

"They really are arrogant," Donna murmured, her spear intercepting a few brave Valkyries who ventured too close. "None shall pass."

Behind her, Diana's eyes snapped open, blazing with divine power. In one fluid motion, she leaped skyward, her transformed blade trailing streams of God Ki. "Thank you, sister. It's time to bring this to a close!"

The Valkyrie commander's eyes widened as she finally sensed the true magnitude of Diana's power. "Reinforce the shields! Everyone, channel your—"

But her order came too late. Diana brought her broadsword down in a devastating arc, unleashing a massive wave of destructive God Ki. The attack cleaved through the air itself, its power so intense that reality seemed to warp around it as it bore down on the Valkyrie formation.

The shield wall, for all its ancient power, shattered like glass beneath Diana's devastating strike as it made contact. The attack tore through the Valkyrie ranks, instantly felling scores of warriors. Those few who survived the initial onslaught were hurled backward by the sheer force of the blast, their bodies tumbling through the air.

"Impossible!" the commander gasped, struggling to maintain her footing as the remnants of her formation crumbled around her. "No mortal could possess such power!"

"I am far more than mortal now," Diana declared, descending from the sky with her blade still crackling with energy. "Yield, and this can end without further bloodshed."

The Valkyrie commander lifted her sword skyward, her voice carrying defiant strength despite her wounds. "Not a chance, Amazon. Our deaths today will only fuel Valhalla's vengeance. More warriors will—"

A thunderous explosion shattered the air, cutting off her words as the dimensional tear above them convulsed with violent energy. Golden light erupted from within as the rift began to implode, and through the chaos streaked a brilliant flash—moving at speeds that even Diana's Super Saiyan Blackberry-enhanced senses struggled to track.

While the sisters had been locked in combat below, Orach had breached the tear itself. Fighting his way through waves of Valkyrie defenders, he traversed the dimensional corridor until he emerged into the heart of Valhalla—a vast, ornate hall that radiated ancient power.

There, before him, stood a gathering of Norse mystics performing an intricate ritual. Their hands wove patterns of complex magic that rippled through reality itself. At their center stood their leader—a woman whose regal bearing and elaborate robes marked her as one of Valhalla's highest authorities.

"Intruder!" A warrior in resplendent golden armor drew his blade, its edge gleaming with divine light. "Guards! Protect the Queen at all costs!"

But Orach had already assessed the situation and knew there was no time for battle. His hands moved upwards in a practiced blur, condensing his Ki into a sphere of devastating power. The golden energy swelled rapidly, growing to massive proportions as Norse warriors charged toward him.

"Too slow," he stated coldly. In one fluid motion, he brought his hands down and unleashed the Ki blast directly at the mystical gathering. The Queen's eyes widened in horror as she realized no magical shield could hope to withstand this otherworldly force.

The moment his attack left his hands, Orach dove back through the collapsing tear. Behind him, the Ki blast detonated with catastrophic force, the explosion consuming everything—warriors, mystics, and the ancient halls of Valhalla alike.

While traversing the dimensional corridor, Orach used his mastery over spatial laws to seal the tear from within. As he fought off Valkyries on his way to the exit, his actions not only ensured the tear's closure but also prevented further destabilization of the primordial laws in this timeline.

The Valkyrie commander, who moments ago had radiated fierce defiance despite her injuries, could only watch in stunned disbelief as their final link to Valhalla dissolved. "Impossible..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "The portal it's gone?"

Diana's initially stunned expression melted into a wry smile as she murmured, "About time you came back to me, you fool."

"It's time to end this," Orach murmured after analyzing this situation on this side. "Zeta, eliminate all targets."

The Z9's response was immediate. Thousands of precisely calculated energy beams pierced through the clouds. Each beam of concentrated Ki, found its mark with devastating accuracy. The Valkyries, despite their divine prowess, stood no chance against this otherworldly display of power.

"Impossible!" one of the surviving Valkyries cried out, her eyes wide with terror as she watched her sisters vanish instantly around her. "This power... All-Father save—" Her words were cut short as a beam struck her.

From his position high above, Orach watched the systematic elimination of their enemies, his golden aura pulsing with barely contained power.

To those watching below, the spectacle resembled divine judgment incarnate—brilliant streams of light cascading from the heavens, each beam striking with surgical precision. The awestruck populace were of the mind that they would never forget this breathtaking display of power.

Diana and Donna stood together as they landed on the ground, watching the destruction unfold. While Diana now in her base form, maintained her composure, Donna couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and unease at the display of such overwhelming power.

As the last echoes of battle faded, Orach descended to where the sisters waited. His eyes immediately found Diana, and though she had reverted from her transformation, he felt their bond pulse with renewed strength. He could sense that her memories had fully returned - not just fragments, but every emotion and moment they had shared across lifetimes.

However, his first priority was to address Donna's injuries. Moving with practiced efficiency, he appeared before her and placed his hand above her head. Emerald energy flowed from his palm, suffusing her with Life Ki that mended her wounds within moments.

"Thank you, brother-in-law," Donna said with a genuine smile, touched by his considerate action. She watched the way he and Diana looked at each other, feeling both joy for her sister and a slight twinge of envy. 'A love that transcends time and space,' she thought. 'I hope to find something like that someday, even if my partner isn't as powerful as him.'

"Of course," Orach replied with a slight nod, before turning his attention to Diana. Their eyes met, and in that moment, no words were needed. Their connection resonated on every level - body, mind, and soul. The comfort of their renewed bond washed over them both, a balm after their long separation.

Yet even in this moment of reunion, they both felt the absence that made their joy incomplete. Their daughter remained sealed away in the time-locked realm of Azarath, waiting for them to correct the timeline and bring their family back together. Orach's expression turned serious and determined, he would not rest until their family was whole again.

Diana stepped forward, watching his expression change and feeling the depth of his emotions through their bond. Her hand passed through his blazing golden aura, only feeling a slight tingle from the heavenly lightning crackling around him. She gently caressed his face, tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar prominent ridges before running her fingers through his long golden hair. "That's quite the fierce look and wild hairstyle. I bet, Rachel would love it when she sees you in this form," she said softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "You've been through a lot, haven't you?... I'm sorry I wasn't there to welcome you back properly, and that it took me so long to fully remember us… Welcome home, my love."

Orach gazed into her mesmerizing blue eyes, drinking in the sight of her after their long separation. "I've missed you both and… I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you needed me most."

Diana's warm smile held no reproach as she shook her head. "Don't apologize. Your banishment wasn't your fault - you saved the world and were betrayed for it. What matters is that you're back now." Her expression turned playfully stern. "Though you should know that once we get Rachel back, neither of us will let you out of our sight for quite some time. You have a lot of making up to do."

"I'll tell you both everything," Orach promised, "and accept whatever consequences come with it. But first, we need to fix what Barry's actions did to the timeline. Only then can we safely release Rachel from the time-locked Azarath and reunite our family properly."

"The time lock..." Diana's eyes widened in understanding. "That explains why I felt Azarath reaching out to me in Metropolis. You always did think ahead when it came to protecting us." She gripped his hand tightly, her eyes blazing with determination. "Let me help you make this right. Let's get our daughter back. Although..." She hesitated, knowing his strict views on manipulating primordial laws for personal gain.

Orach's expression softened as he sensed her unspoken concern about Donna. He leaned close, resting his head on her shoulder as he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her, "The time lock was meant to protect both you and Rachel, but it seems Azarath's spirit couldn't reach you during your battle. Don't worry about your sister, I've grown quite fond of our new family member. I'll make sure Donna exists in the proper timeline. Though in what form, I can't promise. Some additions to our family are worth bending our rules for."

Diana relaxed into a gentle smile, grateful for having such an understanding partner. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he pulled away, watching as the golden aura faded and his form shifted back to normal.

Turning to Donna, who had been respectfully keeping her distance during their reunion, Orach's expression grew serious. "It's time we finished this. We need to collect Zeus and Odin first, then make our way back to Robinson Park."

With determined nods, the sisters followed Orach through a spatial ripple he created, emerging at the location where Zeus lay paralyzed. The once-mighty king of the Greek pantheon now seemed diminished. Using his Ki, Orach lifted the fallen deity with barely a gesture.

Through another spatial tear, they traveled to where Odin had fallen in battle. The unconscious All-Father, another supposed king of gods, was collected with equal efficiency. With both defeated god-kings in tow, Orach opened a final portal that transported their group back to the meeting place. The mysterious mist that had previously shrouded the area had dissipated completely, leaving the park bustling with people who unanswered questions.

Upon seeing Orach and his companions materialize with their unconscious captives, Thomas and Martha Wayne rushed forward, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

"You've returned," Thomas began, his words faltering as his eyes fell upon the floating forms of Zeus and Odin behind Orach. "But those are..."

"Zeus and Odin," Orach replied, stunning the gathered crowd. "They're alive, for now. Let's just say they both needed to be taught a lesson."

A young Atlantean warrior from Arthur's entourage stepped forward, his voice trembling but determined. "Emperor Orach... is it true? Is Lord Poseidon really dead?"

The question hung heavy in the air. Though everyone had witnessed Orach's battle with Poseidon through the city's livestreams, for the Atlanteans, accepting this reality proved difficult. Generations of devotion, prayer, and loyalty to their deity made today's revelations particularly crushing - learning they were mere pawns in their gods' games, only to witness their patron deity's fall.

While many among the Atlantean delegation shared the same burning question, only this young warrior found the courage to voice it, addressing the very man who had not only slain their god but had also brought low the kings of pantheons.

Orach gave the young Atlantean warrior a measured glance before nodding solemnly. The confirmation sent visible tremors through the Atlantean delegation. The young warrior, fists clenched tightly at his sides, bowed deeply. "Thank you for your honesty, Emperor," he said with quiet dignity before rejoining his fellow Atlanteans behind Arthur.

Scanning the assembled gathering, Orach's voice carried undeniable authority. "Take your seats. It's time we began our true discussion." His gaze settled on Cyborg. "Victor Stone, from this moment forward, you will serve as this nation's representative. The current leadership has proven themselves unworthy of trust."

Though Cyborg opened his mouth to protest, one look at those cold, unyielding eyes made him reconsider. He closed his mouth and gave a silent nod. With that matter settled, the delegates took their places around the table.

"Some seats remain empty," Arthur observed, gesturing to the vacant chairs.

"They will be filled when necessary," Orach replied cryptically. He turned to Diana. "Queen Diana, if you would?"

Diana nodded, drawing her golden lasso. With practiced grace, she sent it snaking through the air, binding both Zeus and Odin in its gleaming coils. Orach snapped his fingers, allowing his Ki to partially release Zeus from paralysis.

"Now speak," Orach commanded, his voice hard. "Tell us the truth - did you three manipulate these events, using these forces as pawns in your game?"

Zeus's jaw clenched, the lasso's power compelling him to answer. "...Yes..."

"That brings me to my next question," Orach continued. "The Amazons and Atlanteans I understand, but what of the enhanced individuals? There was no catalytic event to explain their emergence on this scale. Was this your doing as well?"

Zeus struggled against the lasso's compulsion before answering. "Yes... and no. Poseidon and I found entertainment in watching the Amazons and Atlanteans clash. But when my daughter's newfound strength and restraint made the battles... less exciting, we grew bored. The Atlanteans' numbers could only bring this war to a stalemate. So when other nations began joining the conflict, we conspired with Odin. Together, we created opportunities and granted abilities to unsuspecting humans across different nations, creating a three-way power struggle between Themyscira, Atlantis, and the human factions. We sought to engulf the world in chaos... for our own amusement."

A heavy silence fell over the gathering as Zeus's words hung in the air. Faces contorted with rage, fists clenched tight. The confirmation that countless lives had been lost, families torn apart, and entire communities displaced - all to satisfy the twisted entertainment of self-proclaimed gods - was almost too much to bear.

"So this really was all for...entertainment?" Arthur's voice trembled with barely controlled fury. "We could have had peace between Atlantis and Themyscira—a new age of prosperity. Instead, my people died. My wife...Mera died..."

The Amazons remained silent, but they too felt the same anger. They had lost their Queen Hippolyta, their generals, and many sisters to this senseless war.

"The arrogance," Martha Wayne whispered, her eyes turning cold. "To treat lives as pieces in their game..."

Thomas placed a steadying hand on his wife's shoulder, though his own expression was stone-cold with contempt. "And they called themselves gods," he said bitterly.

Orach's expression remained unaffected as he continued his interrogation. "Now tell me about this witch and the prophecy she shared with you."

"Circe, an old and powerful witch who even helped us to manipulate the Amazons, approached us," Zeus revealed, still bound by the lasso's power. "She claimed her artifacts had shown her a vision: 'When darkness breaks its ancient chains and chaos drowns the realms of men, the old gods shall descend in fury, seeking to reclaim their stolen thrones. But beware - for from the stars shall come a warrior wreathed in golden flame, whose power shall shake the pillars of creation. Before his might, both gods and demons shall fall like leaves in an autumn storm.'" His voice grew bitter. "She convinced us that you were that warrior and that we could prevent this by acting preemptively - striking you down and dividing your power between us."

"Hold on! Let me understand this," Orach's voice dripped with incredulity. "Three supposed kings of gods based their entire strategy on a prophecy from a known deceiver? Did none of you consider she might have her own agenda?"

Diana, seated beside Orach, leaned forward with a thoughtful expression. "My love, Circe's prophecies, while often twisted to serve her purposes, have rarely been entirely false—she possesses an item of true divination. So it's understandable why even they were persuaded. However," she continued, her voice taking on a note of frustration, "I must confess something. When I captured her after your warning, in my momentary carelessness, she…" Diana's voice faltered slightly. "She escaped using her magic. I believe she sought them out immediately after."

The gathered delegates exchanged meaningful glances at Diana's tender address to Orach. While they knew of their destined connection from the original timeline, this Diana had only recently begun recovering those memories and feelings. Her open display of affection suggested something significant had changed during their recent encounters.

Arthur cleared his throat, seeing an opportunity to address his own concerns. "Speaking of escaped traitors," he began carefully, "there's something you should know about Orm..."

"Your brother managed to slip away before you could apprehend him," Orach stated matter-of-factly, his penetrating gaze fixed on Arthur. "I'm already aware of his movements and current activities."

Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, and murmurs rippled through the gathered delegates. Before anyone could respond, Orach looked up and commanded. "Z, eliminate all targets."

Miles below the ocean's surface, in a heavily fortified facility carved into the seafloor, Orm stood before a massive containment tank. Inside, a powerful enhanced individual writhed against their restraints, their body coursing with raw energy. His scientists worked frantically at their stations, monitoring vital signs and power readings.

"Soon," Orm muttered, a cruel smile playing across his features. "With this weapon, I'll crush both that bitch Diana's armies and that half breed's forces. The throne of Atlantis will—"

Alarms suddenly blared, cutting his words short. Through the facility's viewport, a brilliant beam of energy pierced the ocean depths, slicing through the water like a spear of divine judgment. Orm's eyes widened in horrified recognition during the split second before impact.

The beam struck with devastating precision, vaporizing the facility and everyone inside. The resulting underwater explosion sent shockwaves through the ocean, leaving nothing but a smoking crater where Orm's final ambitions had died.

"Target eliminated"announced Z9 purposefully through Orach's terminal for all to hear.

Arthur's expression was a storm of emotions. As he processed the swift elimination of his brother, conflicting feelings warred within him - grief for the loss of family, anger at Orach's ruthless methods, and a guilty sense of relief that Orm could no longer threaten innocent lives. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Let us move forward," Orach declared, his tone brooking no argument. "While the matter of Circe will need to be addressed later, we must discuss your histories. Though I have accessed your national archives, I require additional context - particularly from Themyscira and Atlantis. As you're aware, this reality was created through temporal tampering. My purpose is to restore the original timeline."

"Emperor Orach," Cyborg spoke up, raising his hand with careful approach. At Orach's nod, he continued, "With all due respect, how can we be certain that this reality isn't... preferable?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Orach, Diana, Thomas, and Martha fixed Cyborg with identical cold stares. Though Orach had anticipated this question, his expression turning slightly cold at having to address it again.

"What I mean is," Cyborg pressed on, choosing his words carefully, "we've built lives here - relationships, families. What gives us the right to erase all of that? Aren't we playing god ourselves by changing everything back?"

"Let me be clear," Orach replied, his voice carrying an edge of steel. "Your argument applies equally to those whose lives and relationships were erased by this timeline's creation. Take Kal-El, for instance." He gestured to the quiet man who seemed to shrink further into his chair. "In the proper timeline, he was Earth's greatest champion. His ship landed in Kansas, where loving parents raised him as their own miracle child. He grew to become a hero who saved countless lives, each of which went on to touch others. In Metropolis, while working as a reporter, he met..." Here, Orach turned to Lois Lane, who straightened in her seat. "A rather persistent journalist and rather annoying piece of work ..."

"I resent that characterization!" Lois interjected, though there was a spark of interest in her eyes.

"Yet you prove my point," Orach continued smoothly. "They fell in love, built a life together, and were planning marriage before my banishment. But there's more - Queen Hippolyta lives in the original timeline, as does the Queen of Atlantis. Countless others who perished in this reality's conflicts survived there. The ripple effects of lives saved and families formed extend far beyond what you can imagine. This world's increased violence and instability alone should tell you which reality is truly better."

The room fell silent as his words sank in. Kal-El kept stealing glances at Lois, who returned his looks with growing curiosity, clearly tickled by this glimpse of what could have been and this meek and cute reaction of this version of her destined partner.

"However," Orach continued, his voice growing grave, "there's an even more crucial reason." He pointed at Diana's necklace and bangles. "These Terminals, like my own, contain primordial sigils of power beyond your comprehension. They are actively rejecting this timeline, preventing its stabilization. The longer this reality persists, the more it challenges their authority - and that is catastrophically dangerous. These sigils originate from higher realms, concepts I neither have time to explain nor you the capacity to retain once the timeline resets. But know this - if challenged, they will obliterate everything. This timeline, and all the lives you seek to protect, was never meant to endure."

The revelation sent waves of alarm through the assembly, particularly among the Amazons. Even Diana appeared shocked by this news.

"Brother-in-law!" Donna leapt to her feet, face pale with concern. "We cannot allow such catastrophe! You must act - I swear by the gods, I will cut down any who oppose you!"

The other Amazons quickly voiced their support, their loyalty to Diana evident in their fierce declarations.

Diana felt a surge of warmth at their devotion, but it was quickly tempered by the complex emotions she sensed from Orach - anger, disappointment, and disdain. Though confused and somewhat angered by his reaction, she held her peace, waiting for his response.

Orach's voice was cold and precise when he finally spoke. "Your support or opposition is irrelevant. Do you truly believe I would risk Diana's life - or our daughter's - for any of your sakes? The timeline will be restored. I initiated this council out of respect for my people's principles and seeking to gather all pertinent information before proceeding. Nothing more."

A heavy silence fell over the assembly broken by a UN delegate spoke up, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and challenge. "If our opinions hold no weight in this matter, why bother consulting us at all?"

"I don't have the time or patience to expand your limited understanding of temporal mechanics…" Orach began, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.

Diana placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch carrying a calming influence. Their eyes met briefly, an unspoken conversation passing between them.

Orach drew in a deep breath, his expression smoothing into something more diplomatic though his eyes remained cold. "Some of you play crucial roles in the original timeline. Your cooperation, while not strictly necessary, would simplify the restoration process. I prefer to avoid... complications."

The parties present exchanged wary glances, their unease evident in the tense atmosphere. Though Orach's words carried an unmistakable threat, it was the cold logic behind them that truly unsettled the assembly. None present could deny the weight of his argument or their powerlessness to oppose him.

"Very well," spoke one of the senior delegates, his voice steady despite his obvious tension. "We will cooperate and will share what we know."

One by one, all present began recounting their histories. Each testimony revealed another aspect of this altered reality. As they spoke, Mother Empress within Orach's terminal meticulously processed and analyzed each detail, cross-referencing it with both the data gathered during their initial descent into this timeline and from the original timeline, building a comprehensive picture of the temporal damage.

"Analysis complete," Mother Empress announced through in his ear through his scouter. "All critical divergence points have been identified and mapped. We are good to proceed to the next phase, young master."

Orach nodded silently. With a casual wave of his hand, he opened a spatial ripple behind the empty seats. Through the ripple stepped Barry Allen, clad in his Flash suit, followed by his parents, Henry and Nora Allen.

Diana's eyes turned frosty upon seeing Flash, flashing with a hint of killing intent. Yet when his parents stepped through, her expression softened into something more complex. She felt anger—at him for splitting her family apart and making her experience the deaths of many loved ones, especially her mother and aunt. But as she glanced at Orach and recalling thoughts of their daughter Rachel, understanding and resignation washed over her. She couldn't deny that in his position, she too might have succumbed to the temptation to bring back those she loved. Closing her eyes, she released a deep breath, visibly forcing herself to remain calm.

Barry's gaze swept across the participants, taking in the changed faces of his former allies. The sight struck him deeply—Victor's extensive cybernetic modifications, Arthur's battle-scarred features, Clark's emaciated frame, and Diana's momentary flash of killing intent directed towards him. Each detail revealed a story of suffering in this warped timeline—suffering that he had inadvertently caused.

Barry opened his mouth, but words failed him. The weight of his actions - of all the suffering he had inadvertently caused - seemed to press down on his shoulders. Only when his parents placed reassuring hands on his back did he find the strength to face those he had wronged.

"I..." he began, his voice thick with emotion as he looked at the changed faces of his former friends, many of whom already began to suspect who he was. "Diana, Arthur, Victor and Clark, I know nothing I say can change what I've done. I'm so sorry."

Diana's expression remained stern, though a flicker of understanding crossed her eyes. "You're right, Barry. An apology cannot erase the deaths, the suffering, the shattered families," she said, her voice cold. She paused before continuing firmly, "But dwelling on this won't mend this timeline. You will help Orach restore the proper order—that is your only path to redemption."

"Sister," Donna spoke with suspicion as realization dawned, "is he the one who caused all this? The one responsible for this timeline?"

Diana's solemn nod confirmed her sister's suspicions. Donna's eyes flashed dangerously as she regarded Barry, her hand instinctively moving to the spear at her side. The hatred in her gaze was palpable, promising swift retribution. Yet, as she caught sight of Diana's warning look and felt Orach's overwhelming presence, she forced herself to remain still. Her loyalty to her sister and respect for her brother-in-law's authority stayed her hand.

Orach's eyes narrowed as he studied Barry. "Sit down, Barry. Let's talk. I doubt you killed Thawne that night—it's not in your nature. Tell me, where is the Reverse Flash now?"

"You're right," Barry admitted, his shoulders slumping as he took his seat. His voice carried the weight of his actions. "I confronted Thawne that night and beat him unconscious. But something unprecedented happened - time itself seemed to shatter around us. We were both thrown years into the future, suspended in a temporal void. While trapped there, memories of this new timeline flooded my consciousness - memories of the childhood I never had, the peaceful life I'd always dreamed of. When we were finally ejected from the timestream, I found myself existing as both versions of Barry Allen - the one who grew up without parents and the one who had them all along."

Barry's hands trembled slightly as he continued. "The temporal displacement left me disoriented, but one thought remained crystal clear - I had to contain Thawne. I recalled Cisco's designs from the original timeline and constructed a specialized prison reinforced with meta-dampening technology. He's been imprisoned there ever since, while I..." He glanced at his parents, his voice softening, "while I tried to embrace this second chance at a normal life with my family."

Hearing Barry's tale, an understanding and sympathy flashed in many eyes. Yet, there still those who carried hatred and thought Flash to be selfish.

"A prison?" Orach's tone carried both intrigue and doubt. "Very well. Here's what will happen: First, you'll retrieve Thawne. Then, both of you will enter the time stream under my direct supervision. Thawne will return to that pivotal night, right after you other self takes him away from the scene, while you'll continue running until I've restored the proper timeline. Only then will I guide you to emerge at the correct point in the original timeline."

"Wait," Barry interjected, his brow furrowed in thought. "Couldn't I simply go back and prevent myself from interfering with Thawne in the first place? That would stop this timeline from ever being created."

Orach pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience wearing thin. "That's not how temporal mechanics work, Barry. Think this through logically. Your desire to prevent the timeline alteration stems directly from your experiences in this reality. If you were to succeed in stopping your past self, you would create a paradox - the very experiences motivating your actions would never have occurred. This would simply spawn another temporal branch, leaving us in the exact same predicament. Time isn't a linear path you can simply reshape - it's an intricate web of causality. Right now, due to the primordial sigils, both realities are superimposed, existing simultaneously. This timeline has become dominant because you used the Speed Force, a cosmic force of this lower realm, as a catalyst for the change."

"Like Schrödinger's cat," Victor observed thoughtfully, "existing in multiple states simultaneously until observed."

Orach's brow furrowed in confusion. "I fail to see how a feline relates to temporal mechanics."

A few nervous chuckles rippled through the assembly. While most maintained their composure, Diana couldn't help but laugh at her man's bewilderment. Mother Empress quickly transmitted the explanation of the famous quantum mechanics thought experiment of Earth to Orach's scouter interface.

In the next moment, noticing his darkening expression, Diana was stunned and began apologetically,"Love, I didn't mean to..."

"It's not your laughter that troubles me, Diana," Orach interrupted, his voice carrying a hint of disgust. "It's the notion that humans would conceptualize harming an innocent creature, even theoretically, to illustrate a simple quantum principle." He sighed deeply. "Though I must admit, crude as it may be, the analogy is... apt. The timeline exists in multiple states until we collapse it into a single reality."

"Hold on," Victor interjected, his cybernetic eye whirring as he processed the implications. "Following that quantum analogy, when you initiate the collapse between timelines, the energy release would be astronomical. Controlling that kind of energy to prevent both realities from destructively collapsing would require power beyond anything we've ever encountered..." "Precisely why I must oversee this personally," Orach began, but before he could elaborate, mocking laughter cut through the tension. Hahaha

"What amuses you, Zeus?" Orach's voice carried a dangerous edge as he turned to face the bound deity. "You do, mortal," Zeus sneered, even bound by the Lasso of Truth. "You speak of manipulating cosmic forces as if discussing mundane matters. Yes, you possess remarkable power—I'll grant you that much—but these are primordial energies that only gods can control. You, who lack even a fragment of divinity, would be obliterated attempting to harness such power. Your hubris will doom us all."

The god's words sent a ripple of unease through the assembly. Save for Diana, Donna, Barry, Thomas, and Martha, the others exchanged worried glances, their confidence visibly shaken.

Without a word, Orach removed his scouter, revealing his left eye. In that instant, something profound and terrifying manifested within his gaze—a swirling vortex of light and absolute darkness. When Zeus met that gaze, the color drained from his face as he beheld a void that filled him with unprecedented terror. The mighty god slumped in his bonds, reduced to a trembling shell, unable to utter another sound.

The display left the gathering in tense silence. Martha particularly seemed affected, clutching on to Thomas's hand, having witnessed the eye's power before. Even Diana found herself deeply troubled, her thoughts racing, 'That sensation... it felt like the emptiness I felt during his banishment, but deeper, darker. What trials have you endured, my love, during our separation?'

Orach sensed Diana's concern through their bond, but decided their personal discussion would have to wait. He carefully replaced his scouter over his left eye before turning his attention back to Barry.

"Are the instructions clear?" he asked, studying Barry's face intently.

"Yes," Barry replied quietly, his posture tense but determined.

"Good." Orach's expression softened slightly. "Now go, Flash. Run."

Barry stood, cast one last lingering look at his parents, then vanished in a streak of lightning.

Orach then rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping across those present. "When this is done, it will be like waking up from a dream. And like all dreams, these memories of this timeline will be obscure and fade with time." He turned to face Thomas and Martha Wayne, his expression softening slightly. "It's time."

The Wayne couple exchanged a glance before nodding solemnly. Martha stepped forward, her voice steady despite the emotion behind her words. "We're ready. But before we go, I have one last request." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "Please, continue to guide Bruce as you promised. And... don't give up on him too easily. We understand what you explained - that you and our son are different people, destined to have different views at times. We accept your warning about potential conflicts."

To everyone's surprise, Martha stepped closer to Orach, gently placing her hands on his cheeks. Her eyes clear as she continued, "Despite your darkness and behind your stern exterior, I see a good and noble man - one who shows respect even to those he considers weak. That… speaks volumes about your character." She took a deep breath, her voice filled with genuine maternal affection. "I want to believe that whatever disagreements may arise between you and Bruce, they won't be insurmountable. But we accept whatever path fate has in store for you both."

Orach stood motionless for a moment, visibly moved by this display of maternal affection and trust. He gave a small, respectful nod in acknowledgment. Martha showed a small smile before stepping back. In her heart she was content and ready to return to that night and play her role in shaping her son's destiny.

As Orach turned to begin the timeline restoration, he sensed Diana's hesitation through their bond—she clearly had something to ask him but, didn't know if she should. Though he had an inkling of what troubled her, he decided with a resigned sigh that it would have to wait. He then closed his eyes and began channeling his God Ki from his inner realm.

In the next moment, his hair shifted to a brilliant crimson as his God Ki coursed through his being. His form became more refined, almost ethereal, as a magnificent crimson aura enveloped him. The sheer presence of his God Ki caused the air to shimmer and those present felt an instinctive urge to kneel, not from force but from the pure recognition of true divinity.

Zeus, though already a trembling wreck, and Odin, who had just regained consciousness feeling the strong divine essence, stared wide-eyed at the pure, divine aura before them. Some still-rational part of Zeus's mind recalled Orach's earlier words, causing him to shiver even more violently. Meanwhile, Odin coughed up blood and slipped back into unconsciousness.

With his transformation into Super Saiyan God complete, Orach ascended into the air. In a fluid motion, he opened a spatial rift and stepped through, materializing instantly within Zeta's cockpit.

"The analysis is ready," Z9 announced, having already manifested within the cockpit's systems. With a gesture, he projected Mother Empress's detailed temporal analysis before Orach.

Taking his position in the pilot's seat, Orach studied the intricate map of critical divergence points. After a moment of contemplation, he closed his eyes and began to center himself. Drawing upon the profound emptiness he had mastered during his time in the Void Realm, he systematically cleared his mind of all earthly concerns.

Deep within his inner world, the sacred white tree stirred to life. Its branches swayed in an ethereal breeze, each movement accompanied by a soft, crystalline sound that seemed to harmonize with the fundamental frequencies of spacetime itself. As this resonance grew, Orach's transformation deepened - his crimson hair shifted to luminescent silver-white, rising as if touched by an invisible wind. His aura underwent an equally dramatic change, the pure crimson of his God Ki giving way to an entrancing dance of silver, purple, and blue energies that spoke of power transcending even divinity itself.

As he entered Ultra Instinct, Orach with his understanding of the primordial laws of space and time could sense every temporal thread, every quantum possibility that surrounded them. His mind no longer needed to process the intricate calculations of timeline manipulation, his body would react instinctively to the cosmic forces at play, making microscopic adjustments that would guide the timeline collapse with surgical precision.

Within Zeta's cockpit, now in orbit above Earth, Orach merged his consciousness with his mecha. His God Ki flowed through its frame and core, until machine and pilot became one entity. Through their shared vision, they witnessed the Flash and Reverse Flash creating the temporal breach. It was at this moment, they knew, the moment for action had finally arrived.

Zeta's emerald eyes blazed to life as Orach raised his arms, the massive mecha moving in perfect synchronization. As the river of time lay exposed before them, they observed the critical moment - Reverse Flash entering the timeline to kill Nora Allen. With precision, Orach exerted his will over the mystical sigils in Diana's possession. Both the sigils and Azarath responded, recognizing his authority. Their powers, which had been holding back the original timeline, dissolved at his command, beginning the collapse.

Drawing upon his mastery of primordial laws, Orach froze the divergent timeline at its point of separation and worked to weave the threads of reality as he began guiding souls back to their original paths along with accommodating certain additions. Yet even as he managed this restoration, a part of his consciousness reached out to two pivotal moments.

Allen House

Crimson lightning crackled through the Allen household as time slowed to a crawl. Nora Allen lay dying, her thoughts fixed on her family - Henry, his desperate expression as he tried to save her, and young Barry, whose terrified cries echoed in her fading consciousness. Despite her agony, her maternal instinct still urged her to comfort her son one last time.

Through her dimming vision, she perceived a divine presence materializing beside her. The being, wreathed in silver and azure light, emanated an aura of such profound peace that her pain seemed to fade away. Though his features remained indistinct, she felt an inexplicable warmth in his presence.

"Be at peace, Nora Allen," the being spoke, his voice carrying both calm and sympathy. "Though your path ends here, know that your family's story continues. Your son will grow into a man of extraordinary character."

As consciousness slipped away, the being's touch brought her visions of Barry's future - his growth into a good man, his transformation into Central City's guardian, the countless lives he would save, and the hope he would inspire. A serene smile graced her features as understanding dawned.

"My beautiful boy..." she whispered with her final breath, finding peace in knowing her death would set Barry on a path to become something truly extraordinary.

Gotham City - Alley near Monarch Theatre

Rain fell softly in the dark alley behind Monarch Theatre, where Thomas and Martha Wayne lay dying. Between them knelt their young son Bruce, his world shattering as he pleaded, "Mom! Dad! Please... please don't leave me!"

Thomas Wayne fought through searing pain to touch his son's cheek. "Bruce..." he managed, even as his consciousness began to fade. In that moment, he too perceived the divine presence - a being of silver and azure light kneeling beside them, touching their foreheads gently.

Through the being's touch, memories cascaded through Thomas's mind - visions of another timeline where grief had transformed him into a brutal, vengeful Batman. Then came memories of meeting Orach, and glimpses of Bruce's destined path - his evolution into Gotham's Dark Knight, his unwavering dedication to justice, and the family he would build despite his losses.

"It's okay, Bruce," Thomas whispered, newfound peace in his voice. "Remember... we are so proud of you, son. Be strong..."

Martha, her own life ebbing away, experienced similar visions through their shared bond. She saw the madness that had claimed her in another timeline, her descent into becoming the Joker. But these dark memories were washed away by visions of Bruce's future - his triumphs, his resilience, and most preciously, the moments of joy he would find despite his tragic beginning.

"Bruce... my darling boy," she breathed, managing one last smile for her son. "Remember that... we'll always... love you..."

Their final moments were filled not with fear or regret, but with profound acceptance. Though their deaths would cast a long shadow over Bruce's life, they knew their sacrifice would forge him into something extraordinary - a symbol of hope and justice for a city desperate for both.

As young Bruce's grief echoed through the rain-soaked alley, the silver-wreathed figure rose to leave, only to sense another presence. Death herself stood in the shadows, her pale beauty timeless and her dark eyes filled with ancient wisdom. The silver ankh at her throat gleamed softly as she regarded the scene before her.

She turned to Orach, offering a graceful bow - a gesture of respect between cosmic forces who understood the weight of this moment and the necessity of maintaining the great wheel of existence. As she moved forward to guide the departed souls, Orach cast one final glance at the weeping child. Then he vanished, leaving behind only a lingering warmth in the cold night air.

As the timeline restoration neared completion, Orach executed the final phase of his plan - one he had deliberately kept hidden from the others. While allowing the empty timeline to naturally branch from the original, he channeled his God Ki creating a completely secured pocket universe, forever anchored to his will.