In the control room of the Watch Tower, the Justice League, under the leadership of Batman, held a brief meeting.

The present members were Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, Martian Manhunter, and, Batman.

Superman was still under the care of Cyborg and several other technicians of the Watch Tower. There were no significant changes to his condition, but subtle ones were observed, such as his body twisting in discomfort, and occasional sleep mumbling.

"It's been an unsettling couple of weeks." Batman voiced out. "The Justice League needs to get back into action. Reunite. Especially now that a worldwide calamity is at bay."

"What's the status on the other members?" He asked, not pointing the question to anyone directly.

"Hal Jordan finally secured the Teen Titans." The Green Arrow informed. "They were very shaken by the ordeal that had led them to space. Mind control. But they will be back on Earth safe and sound."

"We however need to reprimand the culprit who did this to them." He added.

"Loki." He said with a villainous look painted on his face. Dark shadowy eyes behind his green hoodie.

"I'm glad they are safe." Batman said. "And they will get Justice, that's for sure."

"Do we still have reservations for that mysterious sorcerer?" Batman asked, concerning Doctor Strange. He hoped they did so that he could have justice for Gotham. How dare he threaten his precious city.

"He is good people." Martian Manhunter said.

"Yeah, and I forgot to mention, but he might be coming back to the Watch Tower..." Barry said with a frightened face.

Mmhh...

Batman and Oliver grumped, but before they could say anything Barry defended himself. "For Superman, that is. We found a the crystal that can nullify magic, and since it didn't affect him, we were hoping that he could use its abilities to undo what he did to Superman."

"Somehow?" Oliver Queen asked.

"Are you trying to say that he doesn't have any weakness?" Batman asked.

"That's even better, especially when we make him our ally." Barry said.

"He has a tendency to blow up cities." Batman said. "Probably gonna happen for New York, then Metropolis, then..."

"A mistake I'm sure he will atone for." Barry cut him shot.

"Just so you know, I haven't heard from Diana for sometime." The Green Arrow said. "Even in Themyscira, she still keeps contact with the Watch Tower. Something could be up."

"She's a strong woman, she can handle herself." Batman said. "But we should look into that."

"But right now, there is an even more pressing matter." Batman said, though he reluctantly wanted to bring this up. "Something incredibly powerful was stolen from Wayne Enterprises. Normally, this is something I would handle myself, but, the threat has now become a global concern."

"Could it be the...?" Barry started, but one look on the burrowing face of Bruce Wayne, he knew he was right.

"Yes." Batman said. "The Justice League needs to be ready to defend three major cities in the world: New York, London, and, Hong Kong."

"But the attack will start in Gotham, expanding to these cities first, then penetrate the whole globe. The results will be catastrophic if we fail to stop it within these cities." He explained. "So, round up all the members affiliated with the Justice League."

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"But you should know that..., Gotham is my turf. I'll take care of things there, don't interfere." Batman said authoritatively, looking deep into each of the members' eyes as if peering into their souls. "I'm already doing so."

"They are here." Batman said as if aware of a ripple in the energy in the control tower. Sparks started to form in the air behind Batman as a shimmering portal began to take form.

The portal widened and Doctor Strange stepped through almost instantaneously. Batman somersaulted behind with an agile and awing backflip as the rest of the members switched to high alert.

Without paying attention to the present members, Doctor Strange turned his face to the portal, and added a layer of green energy in it's radiating interior.

"You don't have to worry about anything." He said to the shadow beyond the portal. "It's laced with anti-magic, so it won't necessary affect you."

Kara flew into the control room of the Watch Tower before Doctor Strange could even blink.

Doctor Strange then minimized the portal's form into a radiating glow and cast it to the middle of the room, adjusting the light.

"Hello fellas." Doctor Strange said. "I come as a friend. Where is the Man of Steel?"

"Are you sure about this?" Oliver whispered his concern to Barry.

"Yes." Barry replied. "Come, I'll show you to where Superman is. Hope you can catch up."

Barry started to walk for the door, but Doctor Strange said, "I have been there before, let's take the easy road."

He opened a portal to the medial bay where Clark lay and beckoned the Justice League to follow him. What he had initially opened was a memory portal (from the memories of Kara).

"What the...?!" Cyborg gasped as he observed the portal opened before him. He was busy running his usual scans on Clark, to verify that his health was still good (relatively).

Stepping out of the portal was Doctor Strange, Kara, Oliver and Barry.

Doctor Strange observed the room before him. He could feel the energy around and within Clark, and the best way he could put it was "strange energies".

Could anti-magic really work on that Strange energies. He ran his thoughts through what had happened, leading to Superman's current situation.

His body had appeared with the conscious of Razake in control, and then he had somehow exploded, unable to control his strong energy. But Superman had dived fast through the magic in the nick of time and saved the city (probably the world too) by absorbing the energy of the Prime Sorcerer.

So in his body, he was containing a lot of distractive power.

Doctor Strange wasn't sure about this. Could anti-magic really work on the Prime Sorcerers immense power. He didn't think so, but as a Supreme Sorcerer, he believed that maybe there could be another way.

(Superman's P.O.V)

He had grown a beard. A ragged, shaggy beard. His hair was cascading down his shoulders, unkempt and rigid, with strains of white.

His cape, his clothes, his body... his form. They all looked withered and old. His skin was wrinkled. It was as if he had grown old in a matter of days. But to him, it only seemed to be an endless torture.

Today was the day he would die. But to him, it was just like any other day. He moved his face up and his wrinkled cheeks wiggled. His eyes were sore as he looked up, not looking for anything in particular.

If only he could fly. That was potentially the only way out of this Blank Space. Yes, world of endless white. In his boredom and despair, he had given it countless names, the Blank White among them.

Yet in all this, he never second guessed his actions. He was happy that he had found himself in this situation while saving the world, even if it was one last time.

The wind swayed and blew his cape and clothes, even him. If he didn't clench his butt a bit more, he would have probably been carried away by it too.

"Here it goes again." He said to himself. "First he is kind, happy and enjoyable to be around. Then he becomes a totally different person in despair."

"Hey there." A voice greeted him. "I am Razake, and I can't seem to find my way out of here. Where am I, by the way?"

"Who are you, sorry for not asking fast." The fragmented conscious said.

Hmm...

Superman sighed and his chest heaved, though slightly. But even if it was slight, the pain was unbearable, yet he ignored it entirely. He gritted his teeth, but he had a resolve.

No matter how long it would take. No matter how many deaths it took. He would help this stranger her out of here. He would save him. He didn't need to know his story to know that he needed saving. Everyone could be saved, and that was his life goal.

He was Superman, and nothing could stop him...

He looked around the environment around him. The land was made of white, but not entirely white. There was something else. His image. His resolve.

He looked as the flags got swayed by the gentle-strong wind. Flags made from his iconic red cape. He looked at the arrangements of the bones on the land. He could see it clearly, but he could imagine it.

The S-symbol. A symbol of hope, that's what he had arranged with his own bones, because there was hope as long as he lived.

"Look up there." He said with a frail voice. "That's the way out. Don't worry about me, just focus with getting there. No matter what's about to happen."

He closed his eyes and hoped that Razake would make it out.