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There was a golden light. As the Egyptian looking, cosmic being saw a blue, and yellow helmeted figure. "Guardian of Order."
"Novu. More of your tests, I see." Glancing at what was once known as. The heroes of this world. What could be... Captain Cold, Green Arrow. To the flash, on his knee's defeated. "Must this be necessary?"
"You know as well as I. This provides the results, that are needed. When I provided you with your helmet, Doctor." Condescendingly.
"Perhaps. I also know it was my own actions. That leads me. To my.... ascension. I'd be careful... with how destructive yours are. " cautionly.
As it is. They have taken the test, and lost. " Motioning to all the destruction around them. "I have not done. What they have done."
"Yet you give that book. Keep giving that book, hoping it will make great heroes." Snidely, if they could tell.
Uncaringly. "What done is done. Maybe the heroes, I have in mind next. Have a better chance."
"Insanity." Fate muttered, sadly. Dissapearing. "At least he deserves a chance." Waving his hand. As the older flash, also dissapearing into golden particles.