Some wars are fought with armies.Some with weapons.But this war—This was a battle of stories.
And Finalus had come to erase them all.
The Opening Move
Finalus descended into the multiverse like a plague of silence.
No armies.No soldiers.Just... revisions.
Planets that never existed.Heroes who never rose.A universe where Krypton never birthed Kal-El.A Gotham without Bruce.A Themyscira swallowed by sea.
All rewritten. All undone.
And in the sky above every world:A single sigil, shifting like ink on fire—the mark of Finalus.
The Rally of the Forgotten
In the last breathing corner of the Multiversal Nexus, Diana stood before an audience not of gods—but of those the gods forgot.
Donna Troy, reborn from paradox.
Zauriel, the angel who defied Heaven.
Phantom Stranger, unanchored by guilt.
Orion, bruised from battles with his own father.
Etrigan, the rhyming demon, unchained for this fight.
And others...From Earths that no longer existed.From timelines that never concluded.From futures that had no beginning.
Diana raised her sword—half metal, half starlight.
"This is not just about Hope.This is about the right to exist.Finalus comes to end the story.We fight to write our own."
They roared.
The Last Chorus was formed.
Sarive vs Finalus: First Contact
Above Earth-53, where the laws of reality are loose and wild, Sarive hovered in silence.
Finalus stood across from him, unbothered. His form shifted—sometimes a man, sometimes a child, sometimes nothing at all.
"You are a page. I am the period."
"Then I'm the sentence that refuses to end," Sarive said, his body erupting in Origin Flame.
They clashed.
Each blow sent echoes through time.One punch erased the moon on Earth-10.A kick realigned gravity on Earth Prime.Finalus laughed.
"You fight well for something that was never meant to be."
Sarive bled golden light.
"Neither were you."
Then he punched Finalus into a collapsed timeline.
Hope's Hidden Realm
Diana brought Hope to a sacred pocket dimension built by Theonix—the Realm Between Choices.
A sanctuary forged from unresolved outcomes.
Here, Hope could not be seen. Not by gods. Not by fates.
Only one soul entered freely:
Lucifer Morningstar.
The Devil himself, radiant in quiet defiance.
He smiled at Hope like a brother recognizing another rebel.
"You're the girl who unmade the End."
"And you're the devil."
"Only on weekdays."
He knelt.
"Whatever you choose… make it yours. Even if it burns the sky."
Then he vanished in smoke and laughter.
The Gods Fracture
High above, in the Pantheon Convergence, gods began to turn on each other.
Odin challenged Zeus, saying no end should ever be forced.
Darkseid, amused, chose not to fight Finalus—but to wait.
Trigon, hungry for what Finalus promised, began to rewrite his children's destinies.
Even the Presence watched without interfering.
Because even the Creator knows:
"Not all ends come from judgment. Some come from fear."
Sarive Begins to Break
Back in the warzone of reality, Sarive faltered.
The Origin Flame was powerful—but consuming.
Every second he used it, it burned away what made him human.
Diana appeared mid-battle, slicing through Finalus's shadow-forms.
"You're bleeding stories," she told Sarive.
"I know," he said, panting. "But I can't stop. Not now."
"You're not alone."
Their hands met—his flame, her truth.
And the sky ignited.
Hope Makes Her Stand
Hope opened her hand.
Inside was a single spark—the first thought she ever had:
"I want to be more."
She fed it into the Realm Between Choices.
And that tiny light?
It began undoing Finalus.
One truth at a time.
That children could become gods.That stories could survive their endings.That some dreams couldn't be rewritten.
Finalus screamed from across the void.
"NO CHILD CAN CHOOSE THE END!"
Hope stood tall.
"I'm not choosing the end. I'm choosing the beginning."