Chapter 165:

Chapter 165:

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[David Lance POV]

With my nightmare being finally over, I opened my eyes and slowly sat up, trying to take in my surroundings. It was difficult to see in the darkness that surrounded me, but as my eyes adjusted back, I could make out a faint light in the distance.

Cracking my stiff neck, I stood up and brushed the dirt off my clothes as I began to walk towards the light, using my power ring to light the way.

As I walked, I noticed my anger not being the same, I still wanted to destroy Superman, but now, I had a much clearer view of actions thus far and what I was truly willing to sacrifice to bring the Kryptonian to his knees.

I carefully made my way across the empty field, and so far, there were no signs of Wioska to be seen; perhaps she had left once I was out of commission. Within moments, I reached the light, finding it to be a small lamp sitting on top of a table.

"So you're finally awake?" Wioska said, her voice coming out of the darkness. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep forever. I won't lie; I had my doubts you would make it through your fight with Trigon."

Hearing her voice, I turned to face her, finding her to be sitting in a chair behind some rocks I had failed to notice, a big smile on her face.

"Why did Darkseid send me here?" I asked her, using my ring to speak. Darkseid's decision to send me here made no sense to me; I just couldn't wrap my head around it, no matter the angle I took to analyze it.

Under Trigon's influence, Darkseid could've just manipulated me into doing something for him by playing around the demon's influence, yet, he decided to send me to someone that could help me.

And sure, I knew that Trigon probably represented a threat Darkseid wanted gone, but why help me? He could've asked Wioska to kill me.

"Oh, that?" Wioska asked. "Well, that's easy enough to answer. Trigon's hold over you represented a threat to his plans."

"I know that. What I'm truly wondering is, why did he help me? I mean..." I asked, a small frown forming on my face as I looked at her. "He could've just asked you to kill me."

My danger sense was telling me not to engage her, and by telling me, I meant it was screaming at me not to do it.

Wioska smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Nothing. Why?"

I frowned. She knew what I was asking, but it seemed like she wanted me to say it out loud.

"I can't read minds, you know, so if you want something. Ask for it," Wioska said, her voice taking on a more serious tone.

I paused for a moment before turning back to look at her. "Every fiber of my being tells me you are stronger than me."

"Oh," Wioska said, her eyes widening in surprise before she started laughing. "You have quite a perceptive body, then. And you would be wise to listen to it because your body is absolutely correct, I am stronger than you."

Humble much?

"Can you help me become stronger?" I asked, clenching my fists as my eyes liT red in rage. "There's much I need to accomplish, and in order to do so, I need more power."

Wioska's smile widened at my words before she started clapping her hands slowly, the sound echoing across the place. "Bravo," she said, her voice filled with approval. "I like your spirit. And, sure, I will help you. I have nothing better to do."

That was easier than I expected.

But I won't complain.

"One week," Wioska said, her voice taking a harder edge. "I'll train you for one week."

One week.

I could work with that.

Killing Superman could wait a few more days.

I had waited long enough already, and seeing I had lost some of my power, it was best to find a way to compensate for that loss, if anything, to ensure Superman had no chance when the time came.