Outskirts of Federation City
“Did the Witch scrambled your brain as well Angel? I never said that the Creator Gods created Dark Energy. I specifically said that they created these Yowls, but the latter do not consider them as their parent.” Battler paused for a second. “Let me break it down that even a god’s slop juggler like you can understand: Creator Gods, unknowingly, made dolls, bodies, husks, whatever term you preferred for the world. They lost their “ownership” the moment it was built.”
Upon Whis suggesting that they should work together and find the one behind it, Battler scoffed it off, followed by a hearty chuckle. “No.” He answered in the harshest tone possible. “I’ve seen your work, Angel. Taking in a Yowl of the Witch despite supposedly knowing the dangers, then turned tail when it was too much for you?”
The detective raised his finger, not waiting for Whis to give a reply. “You imprinted that thing, and because its not tied to your leg like a leech, you must’ve pissed it off. I bet now it cannot think other than destroying you. And that is what hastened their evolution further to become a literal walking bomb. Red Objective.”
The weight of Whis’ scepter instantly increased so dramatically that it pulled the angel down to the floor, forming a crater upon impact. “You don’t want to work together. You want a janitor for the mess you made. Red Objective.” The temperature on jagged rocks across the crater increased, turning into a literal explosive firepit that engulfed it. Mushroom clouds hurled towards the sky from the explosive firestorm that resulted from it.
Battler turned his head towards the Breakers. “Enough talk. Alex, take them out.”
“Shut up, this is nothing.” Spina said to Brachi as bits of his face kept peeling off. “Worry about you own damn self.”
Alex touched the base of her gun, transforming the weapon into a blade. “Javelin Rain!” She shouted, swinging her blade to launch energized pillars of light towards Bernkastel, Spina, Vegetto, Brachi, Dielec and Zenta.
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Federation City
Once Vegetto-Black expressed his approval, Kassava was over the moon. “Yay!” She quickly rushed to the man and gave a quick peck on his cheek. “Thank you!” She quickly grabbed Sinister’s hand and headed inside the clothing store.
“Welcome—” The clerk running the store covered his mouth when Kassava entered. “W-welcome to the shop! K-kassava, what brings you here today?” He strained his throat while pressing a panic button underneath his register counter.
“I’m looking for something that brings out the beauty of my lovely daughter!” She grabbed Sinister’s cheeks and squished them. “The one she has now is a total wreck, you know! Do you have something that can do that?” She seems to take quick comfort as a role of a mother.
“Of course! You can look around. In fact, everything is free! You can pick out anything and I won’t charge you for it! Just, uh, don’t kill me please. I don’t work for Darkseid!!!”
Kassava held out a big smile despite the fear on Clerk’s face. “Thanks~” She drag Sinister all over the store to find that perfect outfit for her. “No, no. Not that.” Kassava uttered to herself. “We need something that says “Bernkastel!”. Something that will make people think of you.”
Suddenly, she frowns as her tone shifted to a rather depressing tone. “Something that can define you, and only you. So, no one can take that away.” Quickly, her sadness vanished as she faced Sinister with a bright smile. “Right?”
