CAIT!!!!
He calls for her, reaches for her. With all the power at his disposal, all the magic, all the strength, all the energy. The ring manifests, the Trident manifests, the bow and arrows, the swords. A wave of psychic energy demolishes his workshop, leveling everything within, and then the ruins are ravaged and burned by the power of the Godwave. Time slows, stretches a nanosecond into precious, fleeting moments, seeking something, anything that will find her voice.
And its not enough.
Not nearly enough.
He has the strength of gods. He can bend time and space to his will. He has the minds of geniuses and brilliant madmen, and every stray thought and awareness is available for his recall.
He can level mountains, he has stood toe to toe with a thing older than the gods.
And yet, as the smoke and dust rises around him, its all destruction. Cait is gone. His love is gone. His heart is go...
His eyes close. His hands shake. Its washing over him, and for once, there is no strength left in him to fight it. An intense, terrible cold comes over him, and at first, it just feels like loss. And then... there's something else.
His eyes shift from blank white... to jet black. His right hand twists, the bones becoming more prominent, dark grey muscles stretched over the bones like something dried and dead, and yet he feels an incredible strength within it, and a voice in his head.
Tyler Darnell of Earth...RISE.
He lifts up from where he collapsed, then floats in the air a moment. Blank eyes survey his workshop, all he'd devoted so much time to, and finds it meaningless. Only two things matter now... his love is dead... and he knows who killed her.
With a wave of violet energy, he teleports to Atlantis, floating over Cait's body.
"Oceanus... I would have words."
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