Re: Headed to the Information Area
It's almost more than Avia can process. Even on Apocalypse, staring down Darkseid himself, she hadn't felt so afraid for her own life.
She forced herself to her feet, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her Mother Box was gone, sacrificing itself to save her. She could build another, of course, with help from her father, but she had felt it die. Felt it's last impression on the Source as it had exploded.
She kept moving, tapping her communicator.
"This... this is... Avia... Need... help..."
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