The brutal confrontation between Oliver and Slade reached its bloody zenith atop the ruins of the Queen Mansion. Slade, a Mirakuru-fueled engine of destruction, had Oliver on his knees, the glint of his sword reflecting the burning city below. Just as the killing blow was about to fall, a figure moved with a speed that defied human perception, a streak of emerald energy – Michael Queen.
A focused blast of arcane force slammed into Slade, momentarily staggering him, buying Oliver a precious few seconds. Oliver stared at his brother, his face a mask of shock and disbelief as he witnessed the raw power Michael now wielded.
"Michael… what in God's name…?" Oliver gasped, clutching his bleeding side.
Michael's gaze was locked on Slade, his usual composure replaced by a cold, simmering fury. "He came to our world, Oliver. He threatened our city. He threatened you. That ends now."
Superman arrived, the sonic boom of his flight echoing across the ravaged cityscape, his eyes wide with surprise at the sight of Michael's display of power. He hovered, a silent question in his gaze.
Slade, snarling with rage, his eyes burning with Mirakuru-fueled madness, lunged at Michael. "You! You think you can stand against me?"
Michael's reply was a low growl, laced with the dark wisdom of Lian Yu. "I survived a hell you can't even imagine, Wilson. And I learned that sometimes, the only way to silence a monster… is to become one yourself." The emerald energy around him intensified, a promise of power about to be unleashed.