God Of The Omniverse

Several hours had now passed since Gotham descended into chaos.

Now, the streets were quiet again—but not because peace had truly returned.

The joint efforts of the Justice League and military forces had seen many of the escaped convicts recaptured. The once-roaming criminals were either locked up again or lying dead in the streets.

Order had been restored, but at what cost?

Hospitals were overflowing. Emergency rooms packed with the injured, some in critical condition, others barely clinging to life. Families were mourning lost loved ones. Businesses had been looted, homes ransacked, entire neighborhoods left in financial ruin.

For Gotham, this was a day that wouldn't be forgotten.

And for those lucky enough to still be in their homes, unharmed, there was nothing to do but watch.

All across the city, televisions flickered with live broadcasts, reports detailing what little was known about the attack.

Local and international news were covering the incident—but the contrast was striking.

International networks, in particular, were fixated on one angle.

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