The streets of Metropolis roared with fury.
Lex Luthor, once the untouchable genius, the architect of resistance, the self-proclaimed savior of humanity, was no longer a man—just a body, a crumbling remnant of his own arrogance. The people he had wronged tore into him, their voices blending into a single wail of vengeance.
Superman watched from above, his golden eyes unreadable. He did not interfere.
This was not his battle.
This was justice.
Luthor's cries faded into silence. The mob stepped back, breathless, their hands shaking, bloodied. They had done what the law never could. What Superman never would.
And yet, there was no satisfaction. No relief.
Only a void.
Superman lowered himself to the ground, his presence alone forcing the crowd to part. He stepped past them, stopping at what was left of Luthor. A man who had played god, now reduced to nothing.
Superman sighed.
"Was it worth it, Lex?" he murmured.
But there was no answer. Only the quiet hum of the city, now without its greatest villain.
He turned to the people, his voice firm but calm. "It's over."
No one spoke. No one moved.
Then, one by one, they began to disperse, as if waking from a trance. The storm of rage had passed, leaving only the weight of reality in its place.
Superman stood alone.
For the first time in years, there was no war to fight. No enemy to defeat.
Only the world he had built.
A world that was finally his.
As he looked up at the golden sunrise over Metropolis, he knew—
This was just the beginning.
To Be Continued...