[hr][center][img]https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/1400/f5680f53522101.59377852a7113.png[/img][/center][hr][sub][color=FDAD07][b]New York Bay, United States[/b]
[b]Issue #2[color=white] [b]—[/b][/color][/b] Unseen Enemies[/color][/sub]

[indent]When Bekka arrived back in the New York Bay it was too late. The crackling of thunder, a bright light from another dimension, and the appearance of a woman that made her stop in her tracks, cross her arms and watch from afar. 

She had been ready to tear through the Silver Surfer with all of her might, but it was here in New York that her nightmares started to find an answer, and for a moment she smiled in contentment, thankful that the hero that had stepped in to push back against the Silver Surfer had done so right as she had been thrown halfway across the planet. Her eyes looked downward to the state of The Raft, the location of the pieces of her sword. Darkseid commanding the power he did terrified her, but it terrified her more that he knew so much about Earth and that he [i]desired[/i] it. She knew that eventually Darkseid would try again, but this time he wouldn't send a herald of any kind. He would send an army. And Earth needed to be prepared for it.

As she flew closer to the place where Barda had taken the Surfer from Bekka looked to the hero who had fought valiantly.

[color=FDAD07][b]“Thank you for handling what I could not.”[/b][/color] She uttered, with a smile before she held out her arm, channeling the energy of the fourth dimension within her fingertips; seconds later the hilt of her sword returned to her, though it would take time for her to heal the living metal that formed her blade.

[color=FDAD07][b]“Everyone needs to be ready when Darkseid is done licking his wounds. I do not know why--”[/b][/color] Bekka turned facing the wide ocean, [color=FDAD07][b]“--but he wants this world. It will take all of us when he decides to begin that conquest. Be ready.”[/b][/color]

She didn't speak another word to the auburn-haired man as she took off for the west coast, a crackle of dimensional energy shuddering around her as she did so. 






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