A child was born with a power the gods had never foreseen—the Energy of Gods.

Innocent and unaware, this little girl carried within her the ability to reshape the entire multiverse. With her power, the boundaries between realities could be rewritten, destinies could be undone, and even the divine themselves could fall.

To the gods, she was not a child.
She was a weapon.

Every god across the DC Pantheon sought her—to control her, to imprison her, or to destroy her. From Olympus to Asgard, from the fiery pits of Apokolips to the realms of chaos, the great powers of the cosmos clashed for dominance. Odin. Zeus. Darkseid. Trigon. The New Gods. Even those long thought dormant rose again, drawn by the promise of unlimited power.

Thus began the Pantheon War—a divine conflict threatening to shatter the foundations of reality.

But one being saw what the gods could not.
Theonix, a mysterious entity beyond the veil of known creation, acted swiftly. To protect the girl—his daughter—he summoned a champion from another world: a man named Sarive.

Once human. Now something more.

Endowed with powers rivaling the gods, Sarive was thrust into the heart of a universe at war, his mission clear—protect the child at all costs. He was not alone. By his side stood Diana Prince, the legendary Wonder Woman, a warrior forged by truth, and no stranger to battles against the divine.

Together, they would stand against the wrath of countless gods.

As darkness swept across the multiverse and divine armies tore through dimensions, Sarive and Diana became a beacon of hope. Their bond—one of trust, fire, and unyielding will—would be tested in the fires of cosmic war.

But the greatest challenge was still to come.

For even heroes blessed by gods must ask: How do you save a child when every god wants her power?

Hope was asleep, though she didn't remember closing her eyes.


She walked a corridor made of glass and void, each step echoing like a bell struck in slow motion. The hallway curved endlessly, lined with doors. Some wept. Some screamed. One bled.


A voice answered, like wind trapped in paper.


"Where you have always been, child of recursion."


One in golden armor, sword raised high.One old and blind, seated on a throne of vines.One cradling a dying world in her arms.One laughing madly as stars burned behind her.


"This is the House of Echoes," they said as one. "Where the might-be and the never-was walk hand in hand."


Sarive snapped awake, chest heaving. Diana was already by Hope's side, trying to wake her. But her body shimmered between planes—phasing through dimensions even Sarive couldn't fully perceive.


"She's slipping," Diana said, eyes glowing. "Her power is dragging her inward."


"To herself. To every version of herself that ever could be. If she stays there too long—she won't come back."


"You can't," Diana warned. "That's not a place you can fly to."


"I'm not flying. I'm feeling. She trusts me. That's enough."


Twisted versions of herself—corrupted, conquered, forgotten. A Hope that became queen of Apokolips. A Hope who destroyed the multiverse out of grief. A Hope who let the gods win.


"You're not strong enough.""You are the end.""You will choose wrong.""We already did."


"I'm not them!" she screamed. "I'm ME!"


"Then show us," the echoes whispered. "Prove it."


He appeared like lightning cracking silence, his glowing form shaking the House.


The echoes reeled back, hissing and shrieking.


"They said I'm broken. That I'll destroy everything."


Sarive looked around at the twisted versions of her. Some sneered. Some cried.


"What you might become doesn't matter."


The echoes began to fade. Some smiled. Some wept. Some simply vanished.


A new door opened—larger than the rest.


It pulsed with energy Sarive recognized.


"This place is a prison," Sarive muttered. "But it was also built to keep something out."


From behind the final door, a presence stirred.


A being neither god nor mortal. Not even Titan. Something... older.


Chapter 8 - The House of Echoes