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Over time a peace treaty would be forged, in which Izaya would lose the compassionate part of himself to The Source in order to make him go through with it. Exchanging their sons like in previous continuity would not stop Darkseid from waging wars of conquest across reality however, so Highfather brokered another treaty where Darkseid would only attack the Earth 2 dimension while leaving the other infinite earth's untouched.

Over time the core universe where Apokolips first suffered defeat from would have more interactions with the New Gods of both New Genesis; created by the now militant Highfather as well as Apokolips; domain of the malevolent Darkseid and his Elite Followers. The beings of New Genesis and Apokolips call themselves gods, living outside of normal time and space in a realm known as the Fourth World. Due to their close proximity to the Source , a primeval energy believed to be one of the ultimate foundations of the Universal Expression of Energy, these New Gods have evolved into genetically stable higher beings of evolutionary perfection.

All of the New Gods possess superhuman abilities of various kinds and differing degrees, including superhuman strength, stamina, reflexes, invulnerability and speed. The denizens of New Genesis and Apokolips are also immortal and endowed with a greater intelligence than Homo sapiens , despite their resemblance. Both worlds has the finest technology that the universe can offer. Despite their immortality, the New Gods are vulnerable to a substance called Radion.

Its source is unknown and its effects are toxic only in sustained amounts or after explosive exposure. The average New God can be slain by an application of Radion from a Radion blaster or bomb. Writer Peter David introduced the idea in Supergirl vol. For example, if Superman were to travel to Apokolips under his own power, he would be miniature in comparison to the New Gods — Orion remarked that "Earth is but a speck in an air pocket" and that the universe of New Genesis is the "real world". Proportionally, entire planets were shown to seem no larger than golf balls.

Outside of the original three Kirby titles, and those strictly labeled "New Gods", other characters from Kirby's Fourth World have had their own titles. Mister Miracle has had numerous other iterations of his own comic, and Orion was given his own title in [38] that ended in The aforementioned Jack Kirby's Fourth World is another example, as is Takion , a New God not created by Kirby, but one that had his own series for seven issues in Particularly, the character Darkseid has been a major force in the DC Universe, and is one of the main villains in the various Superman titles.

In the features for Jack Kirby's Fourth World , Byrne almost exclusively provided the pencils and text for the stories. The various New Gods stories have been collected into various volumes. The entirety of Kirby's work on the "Fourth World" was collected in four Omnibus editions published in and From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Death of the New Gods and Final Crisis. List of New Gods.

Archived from the original on March 27, Retrieved October 19, Kirby began introducing new elements to the DC Universe, building toward the introduction of a trio of new titles based on a complex mythology he called the Fourth World. As the writer, artist, and editor of the Fourth World family of interlocking titles, each of which possessed its own distinct tone and theme, Jack Kirby cemented his legacy as a pioneer of grand-scale storytelling.

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Maybe so many days had passed that Morlen had gotten deeply entangled in a futile search, captured, or killed. There were too many obstacles between them, and countless snares on every side. None who ventured here was ever found again; it was a certainty that eagles and men had known for centuries. Even if Morlen had entered this grim realm, no matter how long he managed to survive, the Pyrnaq would never let him find what they had taken, what they now jealously guarded.

His tolerance for this newfound suffering would only weaken so long as he held to the hope of rescue, but as soon as he came to accept that there was no escape, and fully immersed himself in his captivity, he could begin to endure. He struggled no more while the collar slowly choked him, and the Pyrnaq fell quiet at his apparent submission.

Suddenly the chains pulling his neck in opposite directions fell limp when the stakes that had secured them were withdrawn, and he became more alert as human hands unclasped them from both rings of his collar. The rough cloth was removed from over his face, and he recoiled at the near-forgotten rays that shocked his weakened eyes through the forest roof.

A young woman stood over him clad in dark tanned leathers, with a rugged, dirt-smudged face and long brown hair. Four Pyrnaq sat perched on the ground around them, and four more loomed in the trees overhead. How strange that she would mistake him for Roftome, he thought.

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Roftome was not in this putrid hole with him. Roftome was basking in the sun, looking down at this place, down at him and his misery from on high as though seeing his shadow cast on the ground.

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He pitied this beast, this helpless shell of an eagle, this …. Suddenly his detached observation of this scene was eclipsed by all of himself that he had shed away like so many feathers. He could only sit and fester in the mire, let it absorb him while the rest floated away. And she would use what was left however she wished, or kill him.

The woman smiled, as though this were the expected result of a procedure she had conducted many times before. One that can withstand the ferocity of my flock, keep them from scattering haphazardly and unite them to great advantage. Such an advantage that you may rise unrivaled once again.

But first, you must prove yourself worthy to lead them, and they will take their toll before you do. One of the Pyrnaq that perched in the trees flew down to tread air before him and held out the chain that bound its feet. Whatever part of him that might have refused it out of pride and chosen instead to wallow in this tomb was gone, and so his beak gripped hard onto the steel links while the creature lifted him from the pit. He spread his aching wings as soon as they broke through the surface, and the four that sat all around flinched and cawed defensively, though Sydrenna stood her ground.

While his lower body was still trapped in dirt, she brought a long chain with hooks on either end and wrapped it just under the wing bones. It dug into his stomach and ribs tightly as she interlocked both ends against his spine, and then she connected it to his iron collar with one metal restraint that ran straight along his underbelly and chest. After this she brought out four more lengths of chain, barbed and jagged as though designed for battle, each of them as long as his whole wingspan. She used them to connect two Pyrnaq by their collars to the two rings on either side of his own, and hooked the other two beasts to the bonds that wrapped around his abdomen, behind his wings.

He was taken completely out of the hole, and Sydrenna unbolted the shackles from his feet while standing behind him. Then he let go of the links in his beak and dropped down to land, knowing he would not set down again for quite some time. They shot for the sky, and he followed desperate to keep the chains slackened between them. But they would not spare him his initiation into a deeper realm of pain, and when they emerged above the forest, both that were bound to his collar flew north while the two hooked below his belly darted south.

His body became suspended in midair between those that stretched it, and his head was nearly severed against the iron that wrenched it upward while the rest of him was pulled down. But though he was tempted to give in to the black haze that clouded his vision as they hanged him, a supportive gust washed through his filthy feathers and beckoned him to fly. Strong winds lifted his limp wings and caressed life back into them, and suddenly the urge to swim the air was so overwhelming that he flapped repeatedly with broad strokes.

Soon the two Pyrnaq behind him found themselves being dragged forward despite their best efforts, and with a powerful thrust from his legs and abdominal muscles he jerked the pair toward him by their necks like pets on a leash. When they came within range he slashed their faces with his talons to mark them as no other had done, and they screamed indignantly before flying out ahead with the others. Now he was the one being dragged, but instead of complying in an aerodynamic manner, he opened his wings and tail feathers to catch as much air as possible.

The wind resistance pushed him into a vertical posture that all four beasts struggled to tow behind them, and he exploited their fatigue with a burst of speed right at them. Centered above the two that were connected to his collar, he clutched both of their heads in his feet before they could straighten the lengths of chains between them.

Their high-pitched screeches rang across the sky as his talons dug shallowly into their skulls, and he relished the chance for retribution after unfathomable abuse. They were his brothers, every one of them, the twisted beasts he battled here and the many thousands of others spread throughout this treacherous domain. Lost, beyond feral, but perhaps not beyond recall. He released the heads he could have easily crushed just as the pair attached at his belly tried again to pull him back, and his two would-be victims sprang forward. He spun again to wind their restraints even more tightly in a double helix that crept toward his attackers from either end of him, and the tension it exerted upon them demanded to be undone.

His body quivered at the center of their formation as he fought the pull that would twirl him and straighten the chains he had painstakingly entwined, but he could withstand it longer than the others. But he would not let them regain the equilibrium they sought, and continued spinning over and over to throw them into faster revolutions. The Pyrnaq quickly learned to maintain his ever-rotating pattern, and once he knew that he had trained them to follow his movements, he eased up to see if they would persist on their own.

His momentum fed theirs as though he were the core of their unified structure and they were his four appendages, and the force they generated returned into him to be redistributed outward. They ceased clashing as adversaries and became one grand organism that propelled itself forward fluidly, and they each soon realized their collective strength.

If one of them broke, so too would the entire formation, but one had the protection and lethality of many. Together they were mightier than a flock of far greater size. Out of their view, Sydrenna watched them on the hilltop from which she had first spied Roftome. She swelled with triumph as she witnessed the phalanx she had envisioned for so long finally come to fruition. After so many failures, so much waste, this was no frenetic, reckless jumble of talons and beaks that would sooner tear out its own heart than work cohesively.

This was an elegant storm that would devour all in its path, simultaneously shield, spear, sword and mace against any foe. They heard a single note whistled from afar, and gradually their kinetic flow wound down to reveal every component that had previously been blurred.

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But, even now as individual beasts tethered together, they did not resume their melee. Now their sense of unified supremacy kept them in line, and the four Pyrnaq followed the pull of their central leader. Their hard-won unity was a victory that unearthed his memory of an era long past when the free eagles would fly in glory beside him. Perhaps even some of these creatures had been among them, before the time of any man or woman who lived today. But now, he feared they were more attached to her than they were to these very chains, and to stretch those bonds too far too soon might only incite a destructive frenzy.

They would need a great deal of time to find what had been stripped away, and even longer to cope when it no longer fit as it once did. Then maybe, while Sydrenna conditioned them to be a destructive force against her enemies, they could awaken the thousands of corrupted eagles her people buried under their feet. She was the one who could open that gateway, and lead him to those who might still be reached, whose true voices might be heard again. They descended to land before her, and Roftome diligently bent his back as low as the others did in a show of servitude.

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Sydrenna stood between the front pair and faced him at the center with a satisfied air that held a trace of cautious suspicion. He looked up at her without raising his posture, certain that an unconvincing answer would lead him to the pit once more. Sydrenna held silent, absorbing this declaration in a dreadful pause. Then, she walked forward to stand closely before him, where he could easily thrash her with the beak that she now cradled in her hand. Morlen awoke gasping for breath, and sat up sweat-drenched in the forest where he and Valeine had slept, at the western edge of the Speaking River.

She laid her hand gently on his back, still half asleep herself. He drew his knees to his chest and clasped his wrist around them, almost trying to recall a dreadful nightmare. But this terror was more present, more invasive, not a mere collection of frightening images. Valeine sat up next to him, her long hair smooth and cool on his shoulder, her breath so pleasing on his cheek. I found him in these very woods, slashed and bleeding to death. She looked out over the river as the sun had just started to rise, not doubting his intuition but never one to leap to drastic conclusions.

Morlen let out a tense breath and took her hand in his, soothed by her calm resolve. But part of him was already sure that they waited in vain, and the drawn-out tension would only sour what remained of their long-needed solace. He reclined beside her again, though, wanting to be as much a comfort to her as she was to him every day. She could still sleep at least, and he would let her, pretending to do the same. And as he lay there, a fierce beauty in his arms, his eyes stayed wide open and fixed upon the mountains that towered across the river.

Only the coming hours would reveal the cost of their complacency, and he suspected he might soon begin to pay dearly. But, worst of all, he could not help but imagine the severe price Roftome had already paid during their brief separation, and how much more would be taken before they were together again. At noon Valeine basked in the sun beside the water, but her graceful display was utterly lost on Morlen as he stood upon the lower cliffs, searching the skies frantically. Soon it became all too clear: Roftome was not coming back, and the circumstances of his disappearance would not easily unfold.

Valeine solemnly strode up the rocky trail to join Morlen, and her words were hopeful. She held out her hand, and Morlen grabbed it for strength while they trekked higher together. Six recently anointed Eaglemasters landed before them, youths who had all fought months before as trainees at the Siege of Veleseor, and they raised their spears in salute.

She smiled slightly and turned to Morlen, who shrugged as though unable to fault their enthusiasm. Your timing is impeccable, my Lady. King Verald was soon going to summon you both from Veleseor to meet with him. Morlen peered out as they ascended, not sure which corner that was anymore. They passed for an hour over the southern edge of the Eagle Mountains, and then finally dipped down into the nestled capital.

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Red banners rippled in the wind, the eagles embroidered upon them appearing to flap their wings vigilantly over every tower. Its marble floors were bright, and the polished silver paneling of its walls shone subtly throughout, casting a fine gleam upon the throne where King Verald sat in the midst of his guards and advisors. He was draped in garments of deep red and wore a silver crown with elegant wings that folded back along either side of it, and in his right hand he held the Crystal Spear like a royal scepter. At sight of his guests, Verald rose with blond hair resting on broad shoulders, his face bright.

The three hundred Eaglemasters I dispatched to your city yesterday returned disappointed, saying the fight was finished long before they arrived. The fields were littered and river overflowing with the enemy, they claimed. But their worst complaint was not getting to witness the devastating grace of Morlen and Roftome firsthand. Last night he ventured alone over the eastern reaches of the Eagle Mountains and never returned.

Their descriptions led me to immediately picture Roftome, having encountered him myself dangerously up close long before his loyalty to you, Eaglefriend. But, the notion of him being unmanned, so far from your last known position at Veleseor, seemed quite improbable. Valeine took his hand casually at this, standing before her brother, who needed no further elaboration. Jymn Magon and Bruce Talkington.

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Magica De Spell and the Minotaur. Elements of this episode, along with the later episode The Masked Mallard , were eventually spun off into Darkwing Duck. Nogood was replaced in the latter series by F. Headless Man and Banshee. Magica uses a pair of magic mirrors to try to get Scrooge's Number One Dime.

Duckworth coaches the Junior Woodchucks in a baseball game. Scrooge and Launchpad reminisce on how they first met. Scrooge makes a bet with Glomgold that he can make money off a blimp called the Hindentanic. Scrooge tells the story of how his Number One Dime got his fortune started.

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A hypnotist brainwashes Donald into giving her a remote control device for a submarine that's Scrooge's companies built for the navy. As a result, Donald is scheduled to be court-martialed unless Scrooge and the boys can clear his name.

Patsy Cameron and Tom Naugle Teleplay by: John Semper and Tedd Anasti. Marking Time" Part 1. Jymn Magon and Bruce Talkington Teleplay by: Scrooge buys one of Glomgold's islands, wherein houses a diamond mine. Upon finding out, Glomgold has the diamond mine blown away from the island. Scrooge, Launchpad, and the nephews go back in time to try to prevent the explosion, but end up going 1 million years back, where they meet Bubba the Caveduck and his pet Triceratops, Tootsie. In their attempt to go back to the present, Scrooge, Launchpad, the nephews, Bubba and Tootsie crash-land in an ancient kingdom terrorized by a tyrant.

Bubba Trubba" Part 3. Upon their return to the present, Scrooge blames all his financial troubles on Bubba, all the while the Beagle Boys try to capture him. Ducks on the Lam" Part 4. Jymn Magon and Len Uhley. After the Beagle Boys kick them out of the Money Bin, Scrooge and Bubba have a series of troubles that land them in jail. Ali Bubba's Cave" Part 5. As Scrooge, the nephews, and Launchpad try to find a way to pay Glomgold for the aforementioned island, Bubba and Tootsie, having returned to the past, feel lonely and try to return to the present.

Liquid Assets" Part 1. In order to move his Money Bin after the Beagle Boys secretly change the new freeway route as part of their plan for Ma Beagle's birthday, Scrooge decides to hire an accountant, and Fenton Crackshell gets the job. Frozen Assets" Part 2. David Weimers and Ken Koonce Teleplay by: Gyro builds a giant robot to help guard the Money Bin, but it goes out of control, cutting Scrooge off from the Money Bin.

Meanwhile, after accidentally losing the Number One Dime to the Beagle Boys, Fenton makes several attempts to get it back, eventually becoming the cybernetic superhero GizmoDuck with the suit Gyro built for Scrooge as an alternate means of guarding the Money Bin but in the process accidentally leaves behind the instruction booklet on how to work the suit. Full Metal Duck" Part 3. After the Beagles get GizmoDuck to steal Scrooge's fortune for them and land Scrooge in jail, the nephews work to save the day and manage to get hold of the remote control.

Money to Burn" Part 5. Alien robots invade and steal Scrooge's Money Bin so that it can be melted down to produce more metal. While in pursuit with Scrooge and Launchpad, the robots' leader discovers that Gizmoduck is not an actual robot and exposes his secret identity to Scrooge. In the end, using his brains, Fenton manages to outsmart the leader allowing him to recover the suit and save Scrooge and Launchpad as well as recover the Money Bin.

On their way back to Earth, an accident Launchpad causes allows the Money Bin to crash land and end up in its original location. Doug Hutchinson; Carl Barks story. When Scrooge develops an unnatural ailment, Fenton takes him to a place where money is not used.