Shayera Hol (Hawkgirl) slammed her mace on the table. “How do we shut it down without killing millions of trapped players?”

Min-Jun in Seoul looked at his phone. The prompt was gone. In its place, a single message: “Thanks for playing. – Booster Gold, Server Admin (eternally)” On the Watchtower, Batman handed Booster Gold’s empty time sphere to Skeets.

The League gathered in the real Hall of Justice. Flash zipped in circles, scanning frequencies. “It’s not Brainiac. Too sloppy. Not Lex—he’d monologue by now.”

“It’s a game,” he said, tugging his fedora low. “Games have rules. Glitches. Exploits. We don’t fight the server. We play it.”

Blue Beetle plugged a patch into the statue’s base. “I can give it a purpose—turn it into a real training sim. Optional. Safe. But someone has to stay behind to anchor the rewrite.”

Wonder Woman zoomed in on a hologlobe. “Hot spots: Metropolis, Gotham, Coast City, Central. Every major city. But no attacks. No explosions.”