"Barry," Bruce said, his voice a low growl. "Run. If we fail, make sure this never happens."

It wasn't Clark. Not the man they had resurrected. This was the High Father of Loss, his eyes burning with the Anti-Life Equation. Superman landed softly on the scorched earth, the shockwave shattering every remaining glass pane in the district.

: Presented in a 1.33:1 aspect ratio to preserve Snyder's vision.

Bruce gripped his kryptonite-laced spear. He knew this was likely a suicide mission, but as he looked at his makeshift family—the god, the king, the machine, and the ghost—he realized they had already won the only battle that mattered. They were standing together.