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Before Vigilante could catch the free-falling Johnny Storm, a glowing-red hand snagged the unconscious young man by the scruff of his uniform. The Silver Surfer's body still glowed with the energy of Storm's supernova burst. His already shimmering skin was swirling as it appeared to be losing its form. Silver dripped off the Surfer's fingertips as the Power Cosmic began to form in the palm of his free hand.

[b][color=#999999]“ENOUGH.”[/color][/b]

He said it without emotion of inflection. It was not a command. It was just a universal fact. His free hand was now beginning to show glimpses of pink flesh from underneath the chrome exterior. The Power Cosmic crackled from his palm as he inched it closer to Johnny Storm's unconscious face.

[b][color=#999999]“HE HAS GIVEN HIS HEART OVER TO WRATH. HE CARES MORE ABOUT VENGENCE THAN HE DOES JUSTICE. HE IS A POOR HERO. HE HAS BEEN FOUND WANTING, AND HE WILL BE DESTROYED IN THE NAME OF DARKSEID.”[/color][/b]