The fragmented conscious came further up towards the slope where Superman had been perched at the top. On the opposite side of Superman lay his bones and skulls.

"What are you talking about old-timer?" Razake asked.

Superman remained calm as he sensed the turbulence of the strong wind growing fiercer.

"And what is that symbol in your chest." Razake observed. "It's a little wrinkled, but it's the Kryptonians symbol of hope. Are you a big lover of Superman like I am? Comics too?"

"Cool." Razake said.

This was not the first time he had said this to Superman. But every time he did so, he remained blatant, as if he didn't remember the last time, or first time, they had met.

Superman had grown to realize that he was somehow stuck in a time-loop, but not a kind one. He retained his memories from the first time he had been here, but also, hew grew old quickly the more times he died.

What more was the fact that he kept reviving as his younger self, then time would pass by very quickly, until he came (Razake), and his death was announced.

To Razake, the old-timer standing before him in a ruined Superhero costume looked hilarious, but he was polite enough to mention it. He was still happy that even in old age, there were people who enjoyed these stories because they meant so much.

The old-timer told him that the only way out was up, potential, but he also did say that something would happen to him. What did he mean by that?

"Are you gonna fly me up there or something?" Razake asked jokingly.

"I can't do that now." Superman replied. "Not without my powers."

Razake had now gotten closer to Clark, and he couldn't hide his chuckle from hearing those words. This guy actually thought he could fly. But a bit of reality hit Razake. What if it was true?

He had found himself in a straight land filled with nothing but white. The Milky White. As far as he could remember, he had been seated quietly in an auditorium when a white light filled the room. Then he appeared in this nothing.

It was like a desert filled with white sand all over. He didn't get tired as he explored, neither did he feel hungry or thirsty. And then he came across this old-timer in the middle of nowhere. First sign of life he had seen in all those days of trekking.

He had had weird dreams, but this was unlike all of those other dreams from before. He had dreamt of being a part of the Justice League. He had fought against formidable forces in the DCU in those dreams, such as Darkseid and Perpetual.

But the dreams never lasted long enough for him to build a life. But lately he had began to have strange dreams that didn't align with his norms. This was his second. The first one involved reading a book that talked a destiny. The Destiny of the Prime Sorcerer.

He didn't know why he had imagined something like that, but he couldn't help but be intrigued by such a wonderful idea.

But then he woke up after reading tonnes of spells relating to the Prime Sorcerer's Destiny, and then he was now in another weird situation.

Little did this Razake know what had happened. The destiny was true, and it was already happening in the real DC world. His conscious had fragmented when he had been strong-pulled into Strange's mind, and the result of this lack of harmony had resulted into a big explosion in Gotham City.

He didn't know that what had happened had seriously damaged his reputation with the Justice League. All the energy that Superman had absorbed contained the fragmented bit of Razake, but since he was not a sorcerer, their conscious' couldn't amalgamate.

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As a result, Superman's mind got mixed with a lot of powerful cosmic energy radiating from Razake, and he fell into a comma. In his mind, two conscious' existed, one stuck in the time-loop of life, and the other in an endless journey, until they came across.

But the meeting of these two only brought about a calamity that wound up resetting everything. Although neither of them understood the details of this dilemma.

"So, what's your name?" Razake asked again, before noticing the bones strategically arranged behind Superman. He remained quiet and calm as he internalized this.

"I'm Clark." Superman replied, using his real name. "Clark Kent."

Razake chuckled a bit, but then saw the serious look on Superman's face. Afraid of offending him, he stopped and nodded his head.

"So, like Superman?" He asked.

Superman wasn't surprised at this. He however didn't know how this person knew his real identity. But he felt that he was good person, regardless.

"Yeah." He said.

Razake didn't believe him, because there was no way he could dream up a Superman this old. But he kept his reservations to himself.

"So, what's with all these bones?" Razake asked, not showing a concerned look at all. "They are the only other different things in this place, other than us. What is this place anyway?"

"I don't know where we are." Superman said earnestly. "As for those, they are my bones."

Razake eyed him curiously. He didn't understand why someone could own bones, or why they would choose to do so, but his respected his hobby. But still proceeded to ask, politely. "Oh. So how did you make them? Is there a secret way to mold the sand."

Superman smiled back at him. This was a positive kid, always looking at things in a different light. "Sure." He replied.

"That's really crafty." Razake said. "How did you end up here anyway? I just happened to sort of appear, which isn't all that new to me, but this is really different."

"I was born here, and will die here." Superman said, noticing that this was the longest they had held a conversation before the catastrophe began.

Razake thought through Superman's response. Choosing to rest in your birth place was an admirable thing, and he respected that. He could see that Superman had aged considerably, and he understood his resolve. He didn't bother to ask any further.

"I admire that." Razake said.

"But how I truly ended up here is another different thing." Superman said. It wasn't strange to open up to the only person he had seen in this place for a really long time.

"Do you mind telling me?" Razake asked politely. "Maybe we can both find a way out, for the both of us."

Another reason that find Razake to be a good person. No matter what always happened, he always showed this kind gesture.

"I saved a city from exploding in the sky, but ended up absorbing their energy." Superman narrated. "My journey from there on led me to this place, but I don't know where it is. But if I could get here, it only means that there is a way out."

"Okay." Razake said. "That sounds like something Superman would do."

But then he began to wonder about the blinding light in the auditorium. What if this was actually Superman? He was a dear friend of his in his dream adventures. Him and the whole of the Justice League, and the vibe the old-timer was giving wasn't that far off.

"Okay." Razake said. "It could be that you are actually Superman. But what cosmic power could pull me into a dimension with you?"

The he thought back to the dream and the destiny he had read about.

"The Prime Sorcerer." He muttered to himself. "But that's a sorcerer's game. I would at the very least expect to be stuck with someone like Dr. Fate here instead of Superman."

"What's this 'Prime Sorcerer' you always talk about?" Superman asked. "I also talked about the details of the person I saved from exploding. You said he was a Doctor Strange?"

"What??" Razake's mind started spinning. "There was no way that blinding light in the auditorium was natural. The name Doctor Strange isn't a coincidence either. He is a Supreme Sorcerer. And then there's the Prime Sorcerer. What if..."

Razake calmed down and observed around. The bones and some with capes billowing in the now gently blowing wind. Just how many capes were there?

"Have we met before?" Razake asked Superman frankly, and Superman's face betrayed a surprised look. He had never come close to saying anything like that. Speaking of which, something was different. This was taking longer than usual.

"Yes." He replied.

"Am I the one who has caused all this?" Razake asked, pointing at the bones. He was beginning to understand the situation.

"No need to worry about that." Superman said, hoping to save Razake from despairing. "You have done nothing as such."

Razake looked at Superman calmly. He was clearly lying. But he now understood what was going on. He was undoubtedly the Will of Prime being talked about in that book. And if he was, he already knew a lot about what it was.

"I will get it us out of here." Razake said in resolve.

And then it began, something that was all familiar to Superman. First started the reality warping, just like it had happened in Metropolis as he was fighting Lex Luthor, before answering Bruce's call.

But something unique happened today, and the symbol of hope he had arranged with his bones started to glow in a green light.