Bart looked around. "What do we do?" he asked the others.
Hippolyta unsheathed one of her swords and brought her shield forward. "We fight."
Hippolyta ran towards the throng of skeletons. As if in response, the skeletons quickened their speed to match her.
Zatanna planted her feet firmly in the sand and began to concentrate.
"Tlah sesproc!"
Nothing.
"Yortsed sesproc!"
Nothing.
They must be counter-cursed, she thought to herself. My magic has no effect.
Clark lifted off the ground and began to drift toward the golem. The golem raised a slow arm, but Clark was already moving too quickly—or so it seemed. The golem's hand suddenly moved towards Clark at lightning speed, slamming him with a literal ton of force. Clark was thrown into the ground twenty yards away, creating a sand-cloud in his wake.
Hippolyta twisted and struck at the skeletons with her blade. In battle, she was a wonder to behold. It was said that she stood above all others in true skill; that she, the Queen of the Amazons, was the mightiest warrior in all the earth. Here, it certainly seemed to be true. She ducked under the sword of one corpse, and parried the strike of another. Her sword came up and stabbed through the mouth of one skeleton. The corpse completely ignored this, and continued its assault. Hippolyta withdrew her blade and stepped back. She mentally derided herself: of course such an attack would have no effect; these corpses have no flesh to injure. When another skeleton moved towards her, however, she merely slammed her sword sideways into its head, full-force. The steel blade smashed through the skull, and the skeleton flopped to the ground, fully "dead" once more.
Bart ran alongside Hippolyta, doing his best to keep the extra skeletons off her back—and to make sure he dodged all the swinging blades himself. It was difficult work. The skeletons crowded the beach, leaving Bart no extra space to run. In effect, he was completely out of his element.
Bruce stayed back from the battle, initially. He didn't have Hippolyta's heightened strength, and therefore wasn't able to smash through the enemies as easily. He also didn't have a weapon.
One lone skeleton noticed Bruce, stopped, then ran towards him, spear raised. Bruce waited for the skeleton to get just close enough, then made his move. When the spear came down, Bruce spun to the side, wrapped his hands around the wooden shaft, then brought his ankles up towards the skeleton's neck. With a hard twist, he snapped the corpse's head right off its neck. The skeleton fell to the ground, lifeless. Bruce hefted the spear in his hand. "Heh. This'll do."
Bruce ran into the fray of bones and swords, angling his spear into the ribcage of a skeleton as he did so. He put his full bodily force on the shaft, causing it to shatter the skeleton's entire midsection. He ducked under another skeleton's blow, then brought the back end of his spear directly onto the corpse's neck, snapping it in two.
Zatanna focused with all her ability. If she couldn't directly attack the skeletons, perhaps she could affect them indirectly. She mentally picked out a target, and set her mind on the space between its ribs. She took a deep breath, and held out her hand.
"Ria edolpx!"
Violet sparks tingled across Zatanna's fingers, and the open space inside the skeleton's gut exploded with flame and bursting air. Broken bones flew in every direction, and what was left of the corpse wasn't enough to hold onto what little false life it had been given.
Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief, but felt herself weaken slightly. Though she was what most would consider a prodigy of the mystical arts, she was only seventeen, and had an infinite amount of knowledge and skill yet to gain. That single attack drained her a bit. She guessed that she could only pull off that attack another dozen or so times before becoming exhausted.
Clark rose up from the ground, flying back at the golem. This time he dodged the golem's sudden punch, and landed a punch of his own squarely on the golem's head. A loud CRACK sounded as a fist of steel collided with a face of stone. The sixty-foot-tall monster staggered backwards, his face cracked from the blow. It seemed to groan in pain—or mere annoyance—and swung its left arm in Clark's direction. Clark barely swerved out of the way.
Clark was caught off-guard here: he'd never had to control his flight so precisely. Before, he'd mostly only had to focus on direction: up, down, sideways, forward, backward, et cetera. He'd never had to be so quick in dodging fast-moving heavy objects aimed at him. Flight was somewhat intuitive, but there were still intricacies that he had yet to master.
Hippolyta stabbed, struck, slashed, and kicked at every enemy in sight. But they were too many for her. One caught her across the back with his sword, cutting away part of her white robe. Another nicked her side with the tip of his blade, and another slashed away at her belly. Eventually, her robe was in tatters. When she found a brief few-second break in the fighting, she tore the white cloth away, revealing thick leather armor lined with gold. Her battle-spirit renewed, she charged back into combat.
Clark and the golem exchanged punches, each successful strike sending a mild shockwave through the air. Clark almost began to sweat. Finally, he decided that this was enough. He focused all his willpower into a single motion as he sped forward through the air, striking the golem's head with enough force to break a tank in half. The golem's face exploded, and it fell back into the sand, lying motionless.
Suddenly, the mountain-temple erupted with an even brighter light.
"Clark!" Hippolyta yelled. "Circe is nearly done! Hurry!"
Clark nodded at Hippolyta and turned to fly towards the mountain.
"Wait, Clark!" Zatanna called after him. "I can give you a little protection. Hang on."
"Nrut cimag ot citenik dleihs."
A purple bubble briefly appeared around Clark before fading away.
"There," Zatanna said. "That should help. Now go!"
Clark nodded and thanked her before flying away.
Bart looked across the fire-lit beach. Zatanna was barely able to stand, Bruce had a deep cut along his shoulderblade, and Hippolyta wasn't much better off. And there were still two dozen more skeletons to contend with. Bart felt something hit his head, and he fell to the ground. A skeleton raised his spear, a mere second away from the killing blow. Bart's legs were pinned down by the skeleton's broken, bony feet. He couldn't move.
Suddenly, Bart felt a tingle. A kind of gentle electricity, running through his nerves. He recognized it immediately: the sensation he always felt when he accessed the Speed Force. But this was different. It wasn't a result of anything Bart was doing... it was a ripple of something else happening. Someone else nearby was using the Speed Force.
Bart saw a blurred red fist covered in golden lightning strike the skull of the corpse above him, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The blur settled into the shape of a young man with his hand outstretched towards Bart.
"Hey. Barry Allen. Nice to meet you."
Bart felt surprise shoot through his body, and he leaped up to his feet at super-speed without taking Barry's hand.
"Woah!" Barry said with surprise. "Another speedster, eh? Cool. Wanna help me take out these guys?"
"Uh, sure, but... how?" Bart nervously asked.
"You're connected to the Speed Force. I can feel it running inside you." Barry raised his fist. "Just coat your fist in the Speed energy when you make a punch; it'll take away the impact force so you won't break your hand."
And with that, Barry zoomed away, Bart close behind him.
Bart had a meager understanding of his powers, but Barry seemed to know them completely–almost as if he were speed itself incarnate. As if the Speed Force itself didn't just flow through him, but from him. With the red jacket he wore, he was a blur of constant motion, zig-zagging back and forth between each skeleton, taking down each with a simple speed-punch. Bart joined in as well, and within two seconds, the two of them completely eliminated the undead enemies—all before the first skeleton hit the ground.
Bruce, Hippolyta, Bart, Barry, and Zatanna exchanged glances for a moment.
The ground roared again. The golem had not, in fact, been defeated. It rose up and began walking towards the group once more.
The whine of jet engines preceded a rapid flash of light and a thunderous rattle from behind the group. A spray of huge bullets pounded into the golem's belly, shredding its midsection. Within seconds, the five-story-tall stone monster had melted into dirt and gravel.
The Javelin hovered over the gentle waves of the ocean, its 20mm rotary cannon still red-hot and spinning.
Everyone was either too exhausted or confused to speak for the next moment as the Javelin set down on the beach next to the group. When the boarding ramp lowered, Hal walked out.
"Barry! Man, you have a ridiculous sense of timing."
"Ha! Look who's talking, 'Highball.'"
Zatanna looked back and forth between Barry and Hal. "Wait, what's going on? Who are you, blondie?"
Barry awkwardly felt through his hair. It wasn't that blonde, was it?
"This is Barry Allen," Hal explained. "He's that friend of mine that I said I tried calling. I left him a message with the island's coordinates."
"Took me a half-hour to get here, running across the ocean like that," Barry said with a smile.
Zatanna was a bit unbelieving. "You ran across the ocean?"
"Yeah. If you move your feet fast enough, there's no reason you can't just bounce off water."
"We do not have time for this!" Hippolyta yelled. "My daughter is—"
An explosion of light burst from the temple. Out of nowhere, Clark fell backwards out of the sky and slammed into the beach, as though he'd been tossed by the very light from the temple.
A laugh sounded from the night sky above—feminine, cackling, and mischievous. Circe gently floated down towards the beach, Diana's unconscious body hanging limply by the collar in her hand.
"Oh, you little mortals. So brave, so confident, so sure of yourselves... so fragile. I must admit, though, I'm a little confused. Why exactly are you all coming to save little miss princess here? I mean, Hippolyta I get. I turned her into a pig a few centuries ago, attacked her people just now, blah blah. She's got a bitch to burn. But what about the rest of you?"
"Diana's our friend," Clark said painfully as he slowly pulled himself up off the ground. "We'll do whatever it takes to help her."
Circe was amused by Clark's resoluteness. "Really... are you willing to die?" Circe dropped Diana's limp body on the ground and raised her hands. Blinding trails of fiery light and wind swirled all about the beach.
Hippolyta ran at Circe, sword in hand. Circe noticed, but didn't move in the slightest. Before Hippolyta could reach Circe, she slammed into an invisible wall.
"Clever, huh?" Circe said. "Y'see, Hippolyta, the gods figured that you'd eventually want revenge on me for what happened before. But I've already served my sentence and been released. So they had this nice little bubble-shield made for me. Keeps you from coming within five feet of me. Of course, it also stops me from coming near you, but that's not really important at the moment."
A voice sounded from Circe's other side. "See if it can stop this."
Circe turned just in time to see Barry's fist hit her face. She fell over and mentally cursed at herself for forgetting to put a protection spell over herself earlier. Oh well, no matter. Now was as good a time as any.
Circe stood again, now with a thin translucent purple layer of light over her skin. Barry ran up and hit her in the face once more, but Circe barely flinched. She backhanded Barry, and her magical power tossed him thirty feet away.
"Tfarc rallip fo erif!"
Some of the flames that swirled above Circe's head came flying down in a burning pillar. Circe screamed momentarily, but quickly extinguished the flames, mostly unhurt by Zatanna's attack. Circe turned toward the little magician.
"Nice move, kid. Sorry, hate to kill a fellow witch and all, but—"
Circe fired a blast of sand at Zatanna—which transformed in mid-air into a swarm of knives. In the blink of an eye, Clark moved in the way, the knives shattering on his chest.
Bart ran over to Barry. "Got any other awesome ideas?" he asked.
"Yeah, actually," Barry said with a smile.
Circe suddenly felt winds swirling close about her. Two crimson blurs ran in a tight circle, creating a vortex of wind and sand. Circe was surrounded by a wall of sand; she couldn't see a thing through it.
A blurred fist struck out at her from within the wall. And another. And another, and another... A flurry of a hundred punches smashed into Circe, beating her down even despite her protective shield.
Circe, bruised and slightly bloodied, fell to her knees. No, she thought. This would not end here.
Circe yelled, sending a powerful shockwave across the entire beach. Bart and Barry were sent skipping across the sands, too stunned to get back up.
Clark swiftly flew towards Circe, but she stopped him in mid-air.
"I finally figured it out," she said smugly, turning to Zatanna. "You put a spell on him to turn magical power into physical power, right?"
Circe snapped her fingers, and the invisible shield around Clark reappeared before shattering. Circe grinned. "Too late for you now, boy."
Bruce pole-vaulted off his spear and landed both feet in Circe's face. Clark fell harmlessly to the ground.
"ENOUGH!!" Circe yelled, slapping Bruce away and placing her other hand on Diana's body.
"BY THE POWER OF HECATE, I BREAK THIS SPELL AND TAKE ITS POWER."
Diana's eyes snapped open, and her body began to glow with gentle sunlight.
"NO!" Hippolyta yelled. But she couldn't reach her daughter or Circe; the protection spell prevented her from getting close enough.
Bart slowly lifted his head off the ground and took everything in: Barry and Bruce were barely conscious, Clark was mostly powerless against Circe, Hippolyta couldn't do a thing, Zatanna looked like she was about to faint from exhaustion, and although Hal had run back to the Javelin, it looked like he wasn't going to get it off the ground in time to use its guns to save Diana.
Bart saw it all in slow-motion. Circe was drawing magical power from Diana, and there didn't seem to be anything anyone could do to stop her. Bart felt helpless. All he could do was run and try to hit Circe as fast as possible. But without Barry helping him, he didn't think that would be much help.
But, he realized, there was one other thing... one power he hadn't considered. It would be a risk, and likely a one-way trip. After all, without Barry's cosmic treadmill, there was no way to control it. But it was the only option, and Bart was willing to do it.
Bart stood up, took a deep breath, and ran. He slammed into Circe, picked her up off the ground, and immediately jumped into a level of speed so fast that he literally broke the laws of timespace. In a single flash of light, he and Circe completely disappeared.
The others stood in shocked silence. Hal ran up behind them from the Javelin.
"What happened?" Hal asked.
"I think..." Barry said, slowly getting up. "...your friend just carried that witch lady into... time."
"How is that possible?" Bruce asked.
"I don't know... I wasn't even sure it was possible until now. And he barely knows how to use the Speed Force... I don't think he's coming back."
Hippolyta knelt at Diana's side.
"...Mom?" Diana said weakly. "Mom, I..."
Diana began to glow with light again.
"Oh no," Zatanna said, horrified. "The spell is still breaking. It hasn't stopped."
Diana's breathing slowed, and her skin began to turn a pale shade of brown. Life faded from her as her body quickly transformed entirely into sand, gently melting back into the beach from whence it came.
Diana of Themyscira was no more.
Bruce ran into the fray of bones and swords, angling his spear into the ribcage of a skeleton as he did so. He put his full bodily force on the shaft, causing it to shatter the skeleton's entire midsection. He ducked under another skeleton's blow, then brought the back end of his spear directly onto the corpse's neck, snapping it in two.
Zatanna focused with all her ability. If she couldn't directly attack the skeletons, perhaps she could affect them indirectly. She mentally picked out a target, and set her mind on the space between its ribs. She took a deep breath, and held out her hand.
"Ria edolpx!"
Violet sparks tingled across Zatanna's fingers, and the open space inside the skeleton's gut exploded with flame and bursting air. Broken bones flew in every direction, and what was left of the corpse wasn't enough to hold onto what little false life it had been given.
Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief, but felt herself weaken slightly. Though she was what most would consider a prodigy of the mystical arts, she was only seventeen, and had an infinite amount of knowledge and skill yet to gain. That single attack drained her a bit. She guessed that she could only pull off that attack another dozen or so times before becoming exhausted.
Clark rose up from the ground, flying back at the golem. This time he dodged the golem's sudden punch, and landed a punch of his own squarely on the golem's head. A loud CRACK sounded as a fist of steel collided with a face of stone. The sixty-foot-tall monster staggered backwards, his face cracked from the blow. It seemed to groan in pain—or mere annoyance—and swung its left arm in Clark's direction. Clark barely swerved out of the way.
Clark was caught off-guard here: he'd never had to control his flight so precisely. Before, he'd mostly only had to focus on direction: up, down, sideways, forward, backward, et cetera. He'd never had to be so quick in dodging fast-moving heavy objects aimed at him. Flight was somewhat intuitive, but there were still intricacies that he had yet to master.
Hippolyta stabbed, struck, slashed, and kicked at every enemy in sight. But they were too many for her. One caught her across the back with his sword, cutting away part of her white robe. Another nicked her side with the tip of his blade, and another slashed away at her belly. Eventually, her robe was in tatters. When she found a brief few-second break in the fighting, she tore the white cloth away, revealing thick leather armor lined with gold. Her battle-spirit renewed, she charged back into combat.
Clark and the golem exchanged punches, each successful strike sending a mild shockwave through the air. Clark almost began to sweat. Finally, he decided that this was enough. He focused all his willpower into a single motion as he sped forward through the air, striking the golem's head with enough force to break a tank in half. The golem's face exploded, and it fell back into the sand, lying motionless.
Suddenly, the mountain-temple erupted with an even brighter light.
"Clark!" Hippolyta yelled. "Circe is nearly done! Hurry!"
Clark nodded at Hippolyta and turned to fly towards the mountain.
"Wait, Clark!" Zatanna called after him. "I can give you a little protection. Hang on."
"Nrut cimag ot citenik dleihs."
A purple bubble briefly appeared around Clark before fading away.
"There," Zatanna said. "That should help. Now go!"
Clark nodded and thanked her before flying away.
Bart looked across the fire-lit beach. Zatanna was barely able to stand, Bruce had a deep cut along his shoulderblade, and Hippolyta wasn't much better off. And there were still two dozen more skeletons to contend with. Bart felt something hit his head, and he fell to the ground. A skeleton raised his spear, a mere second away from the killing blow. Bart's legs were pinned down by the skeleton's broken, bony feet. He couldn't move.
Suddenly, Bart felt a tingle. A kind of gentle electricity, running through his nerves. He recognized it immediately: the sensation he always felt when he accessed the Speed Force. But this was different. It wasn't a result of anything Bart was doing... it was a ripple of something else happening. Someone else nearby was using the Speed Force.
Bart saw a blurred red fist covered in golden lightning strike the skull of the corpse above him, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The blur settled into the shape of a young man with his hand outstretched towards Bart.
"Hey. Barry Allen. Nice to meet you."
Bart felt surprise shoot through his body, and he leaped up to his feet at super-speed without taking Barry's hand.
"Woah!" Barry said with surprise. "Another speedster, eh? Cool. Wanna help me take out these guys?"
"Uh, sure, but... how?" Bart nervously asked.
"You're connected to the Speed Force. I can feel it running inside you." Barry raised his fist. "Just coat your fist in the Speed energy when you make a punch; it'll take away the impact force so you won't break your hand."
And with that, Barry zoomed away, Bart close behind him.
Bart had a meager understanding of his powers, but Barry seemed to know them completely–almost as if he were speed itself incarnate. As if the Speed Force itself didn't just flow through him, but from him. With the red jacket he wore, he was a blur of constant motion, zig-zagging back and forth between each skeleton, taking down each with a simple speed-punch. Bart joined in as well, and within two seconds, the two of them completely eliminated the undead enemies—all before the first skeleton hit the ground.
Bruce, Hippolyta, Bart, Barry, and Zatanna exchanged glances for a moment.
The ground roared again. The golem had not, in fact, been defeated. It rose up and began walking towards the group once more.
The whine of jet engines preceded a rapid flash of light and a thunderous rattle from behind the group. A spray of huge bullets pounded into the golem's belly, shredding its midsection. Within seconds, the five-story-tall stone monster had melted into dirt and gravel.
The Javelin hovered over the gentle waves of the ocean, its 20mm rotary cannon still red-hot and spinning.
Everyone was either too exhausted or confused to speak for the next moment as the Javelin set down on the beach next to the group. When the boarding ramp lowered, Hal walked out.
"Barry! Man, you have a ridiculous sense of timing."
"Ha! Look who's talking, 'Highball.'"
Zatanna looked back and forth between Barry and Hal. "Wait, what's going on? Who are you, blondie?"
Barry awkwardly felt through his hair. It wasn't that blonde, was it?
"This is Barry Allen," Hal explained. "He's that friend of mine that I said I tried calling. I left him a message with the island's coordinates."
"Took me a half-hour to get here, running across the ocean like that," Barry said with a smile.
Zatanna was a bit unbelieving. "You ran across the ocean?"
"Yeah. If you move your feet fast enough, there's no reason you can't just bounce off water."
"We do not have time for this!" Hippolyta yelled. "My daughter is—"
An explosion of light burst from the temple. Out of nowhere, Clark fell backwards out of the sky and slammed into the beach, as though he'd been tossed by the very light from the temple.
A laugh sounded from the night sky above—feminine, cackling, and mischievous. Circe gently floated down towards the beach, Diana's unconscious body hanging limply by the collar in her hand.
"Oh, you little mortals. So brave, so confident, so sure of yourselves... so fragile. I must admit, though, I'm a little confused. Why exactly are you all coming to save little miss princess here? I mean, Hippolyta I get. I turned her into a pig a few centuries ago, attacked her people just now, blah blah. She's got a bitch to burn. But what about the rest of you?"
"Diana's our friend," Clark said painfully as he slowly pulled himself up off the ground. "We'll do whatever it takes to help her."
Circe was amused by Clark's resoluteness. "Really... are you willing to die?" Circe dropped Diana's limp body on the ground and raised her hands. Blinding trails of fiery light and wind swirled all about the beach.
Hippolyta ran at Circe, sword in hand. Circe noticed, but didn't move in the slightest. Before Hippolyta could reach Circe, she slammed into an invisible wall.
"Clever, huh?" Circe said. "Y'see, Hippolyta, the gods figured that you'd eventually want revenge on me for what happened before. But I've already served my sentence and been released. So they had this nice little bubble-shield made for me. Keeps you from coming within five feet of me. Of course, it also stops me from coming near you, but that's not really important at the moment."
A voice sounded from Circe's other side. "See if it can stop this."
Circe turned just in time to see Barry's fist hit her face. She fell over and mentally cursed at herself for forgetting to put a protection spell over herself earlier. Oh well, no matter. Now was as good a time as any.
Circe stood again, now with a thin translucent purple layer of light over her skin. Barry ran up and hit her in the face once more, but Circe barely flinched. She backhanded Barry, and her magical power tossed him thirty feet away.
"Tfarc rallip fo erif!"
Some of the flames that swirled above Circe's head came flying down in a burning pillar. Circe screamed momentarily, but quickly extinguished the flames, mostly unhurt by Zatanna's attack. Circe turned toward the little magician.
"Nice move, kid. Sorry, hate to kill a fellow witch and all, but—"
Circe fired a blast of sand at Zatanna—which transformed in mid-air into a swarm of knives. In the blink of an eye, Clark moved in the way, the knives shattering on his chest.
Bart ran over to Barry. "Got any other awesome ideas?" he asked.
"Yeah, actually," Barry said with a smile.
Circe suddenly felt winds swirling close about her. Two crimson blurs ran in a tight circle, creating a vortex of wind and sand. Circe was surrounded by a wall of sand; she couldn't see a thing through it.
A blurred fist struck out at her from within the wall. And another. And another, and another... A flurry of a hundred punches smashed into Circe, beating her down even despite her protective shield.
Circe, bruised and slightly bloodied, fell to her knees. No, she thought. This would not end here.
Circe yelled, sending a powerful shockwave across the entire beach. Bart and Barry were sent skipping across the sands, too stunned to get back up.
Clark swiftly flew towards Circe, but she stopped him in mid-air.
"I finally figured it out," she said smugly, turning to Zatanna. "You put a spell on him to turn magical power into physical power, right?"
Circe snapped her fingers, and the invisible shield around Clark reappeared before shattering. Circe grinned. "Too late for you now, boy."
Bruce pole-vaulted off his spear and landed both feet in Circe's face. Clark fell harmlessly to the ground.
"ENOUGH!!" Circe yelled, slapping Bruce away and placing her other hand on Diana's body.
"BY THE POWER OF HECATE, I BREAK THIS SPELL AND TAKE ITS POWER."
Diana's eyes snapped open, and her body began to glow with gentle sunlight.
"NO!" Hippolyta yelled. But she couldn't reach her daughter or Circe; the protection spell prevented her from getting close enough.
Bart slowly lifted his head off the ground and took everything in: Barry and Bruce were barely conscious, Clark was mostly powerless against Circe, Hippolyta couldn't do a thing, Zatanna looked like she was about to faint from exhaustion, and although Hal had run back to the Javelin, it looked like he wasn't going to get it off the ground in time to use its guns to save Diana.
Bart saw it all in slow-motion. Circe was drawing magical power from Diana, and there didn't seem to be anything anyone could do to stop her. Bart felt helpless. All he could do was run and try to hit Circe as fast as possible. But without Barry helping him, he didn't think that would be much help.
But, he realized, there was one other thing... one power he hadn't considered. It would be a risk, and likely a one-way trip. After all, without Barry's cosmic treadmill, there was no way to control it. But it was the only option, and Bart was willing to do it.
Bart stood up, took a deep breath, and ran. He slammed into Circe, picked her up off the ground, and immediately jumped into a level of speed so fast that he literally broke the laws of timespace. In a single flash of light, he and Circe completely disappeared.
The others stood in shocked silence. Hal ran up behind them from the Javelin.
"What happened?" Hal asked.
"I think..." Barry said, slowly getting up. "...your friend just carried that witch lady into... time."
"How is that possible?" Bruce asked.
"I don't know... I wasn't even sure it was possible until now. And he barely knows how to use the Speed Force... I don't think he's coming back."
Hippolyta knelt at Diana's side.
"...Mom?" Diana said weakly. "Mom, I..."
Diana began to glow with light again.
"Oh no," Zatanna said, horrified. "The spell is still breaking. It hasn't stopped."
Diana's breathing slowed, and her skin began to turn a pale shade of brown. Life faded from her as her body quickly transformed entirely into sand, gently melting back into the beach from whence it came.
Diana of Themyscira was no more.
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