Raj Bansal stood before the rainbow-colored portal that led to the Source Wall. The massive barrier glowed with strange energy, stretching endlessly in all directions. Ancient beings were frozen within its surface—explorers who had ventured too close to the universe's greatest mystery.
Narada floated beside him, his form shifting slightly as if he wasn't quite anchored to this reality. Unlike the cosmic beings of the DC universe, Narada existed beyond it—a Messenger from the greater omniverse who moved between realities with casual ease.
"This is the edge of everything they know," Narada said with a slight smile. "The Source Wall contains the energy that binds this particular cluster of worlds together."
The Wall shimmered, showing Raj glimpses of different Earths: cities under attack, heroes fighting losing battles, innocent people suffering.
"Multiple crises are unfolding across these worlds," Narada explained. "The guardians who normally protect these realms are struggling. Some will fail without intervention."
Raj swallowed hard. "I'll do what I can."
"That's the spirit," Narada said with an encouraging nod. "Step through when you're ready. Just one thing—the knowledge inside will be too much for any mind to process all at once. Don't fight it. Let it seal itself away until you need it."
"Will you guide me through it?" Raj asked.
Narada shook his head.
"Once you're in, you're on your own. I can't follow where you're going. But don't worry—you'll find your way."
With one last look at the omniverse sage, Raj stepped into the rainbow light.
The moment Raj entered the portal, cosmic knowledge exploded into his consciousness. It was not simply sight or sound—it was everything.
Reality folded in on itself, and Raj fell through it like a leaf tumbling through the infinite.
His senses were torn from their moorings. He felt time ripple as an ocean, tasted the birth of galaxies on his tongue, and heard the heartbeat of dying stars. He saw entire civilizations rise and fall in the blink of an eye—gods weeping at their own irrelevance, mortals defying entropy itself.
Above him, a titanic figure of golden light loomed: a Monitor, face impassive, watching Raj with a gaze that seemed to pierce through timelines. Another stepped forward from the multiversal fog, wrapped in the shrouds of antimatter—a shadow of Mandrakk, hissing wordless warnings in a language too vast to be spoken.
Then came a flicker of motion at the edge of perception: a tall, pale man with wild hair, wearing a tattered black coat.
Dream of the Endless nodded once in Raj's direction before vanishing into mist. Moments later, Raj glimpsed his sister, Death, her smile impossibly kind yet absolute. She raised a hand as if to catch him—but let him fall.
Reality shuddered.
He passed through strange symbols—burning, fractal, recursive equations that spiraled into eternity:
loneliness + alienation + fear + despair + self-worth ÷ mockery ÷ condemnation ÷ misunderstanding ⋅ guilt ⋅ shame ⋅ failure ⋅ judgment n=y where y=hope and n=folly, love=lies, life=death, self=dark side
The formula burned behind his eyes. It felt like truth—and madness.
Another equation emerged, flowing like honey through his thoughts:
companionship + understanding + assurance + joy + altruism ÷ respect ÷ commendation ÷ sympathy × innocence × dignity × success × acceptance y=n where y=despair and n=caution, love=truth, death=rebirth, self=light side
This one felt warm, familiar—like Narada's voice calling from the distance.
Then a final, nonsense string appeared:
3x2(9YZ)4A
The universe itself trembled. The equation was a scar on reality—the madness of the Fifth World, of the forever-strange. Raj couldn't decode it, but it stared back at him, like something alive.
Images followed:
A flash of the Presence's throne, empty and glowing with eternal light.
The flutter of Lucifer's wings as he walked away from creation.
The Phantom Stranger, face obscured, walking silently past Raj on a path of stardust.
Metron, locked in frozen battle with unknown forces, the Mobius Chair sparking violently with data from beyond time.
A brief glimpse of Perpetua, bound but watching, eyes filled with vengeance and prophecy.
Raj screamed—not in pain, but in the raw, helpless awe of knowing too much.
"You cannot contain what you've been given,"
hissed a voice both ancient and cruel.
It was the voice of something old, coiled in the dark between universes. A forgotten deity? A failed Monitor? Raj couldn't tell. But he felt it rooting in his psyche, trying to claim the ruins of his mind.
Still, something in him pushed back.
The Eidolon.
A flare of light—internal, defiant. His consciousness pushed outward, reclaiming what it could.
The flood slowed. The chaos curled inward. Barriers formed—shells of memory locking away the dangerous truths. What had been a storm became a quiet wind.
Raj's body tumbled from the collapsing portal like a comet cast back into reality.
In his mindscape, Raj found himself standing in a vast library. Ancient wooden bookshelves stretched in every direction, filled with books whose titles seemed to change whenever he tried to read them. Comfortable reading chairs and polished tables were scattered throughout the space.
The library had no roof. Instead, the cosmos itself spread above him—an infinite expanse of stars and nebulae unlike anything visible from Earth.
In this endless sky, countless stars of different colors floated freely.
Red stars burned with fierce energy, blue ones glowed with cool intelligence, golden ones radiated healing warmth, and countless other hues sparkled in the vastness.
Sometimes a star would drift down into the library, circling Raj before returning to join its fellows above.
At the center of the library stood a simple stone pedestal. Carved into its surface were ten circular depressions, each perfectly sized to hold one of the floating stars. Currently, all ten spaces were empty, waiting.
"Powers," Raj whispered, understanding instinctively. "Each star is a power I can use."
He reached toward a vibrant purple star. It descended toward his hand, singing a silent melody that resonated through his being. Somehow, he knew this star represented the ability to manipulate gravity.
The star hovered near the pedestal, but didn't settle into one of the depressions. Not yet.
Raj turned his attention to the far end of the library, where something impossible stretched away into darkness. A massive sealed doorway stood there—not just large, but mind-bendingly enormous.
It seemed to bend perspective itself, its true size beyond comprehension.
Heavy chains of pure energy wrapped around the doorway, pulsing with power. This was where the overwhelming knowledge from the Source Wall had been contained—far too dangerous to access all at once.
"This is my mind now," Raj realized. "My haven."
He walked back to the central pedestal with its ten waiting depressions. Which powers would he choose first? Which stars would he need to face whatever waited for him when he woke?
For now, Raj sat in one of the comfortable reading chairs. He watched the colored stars drift peacefully across the cosmic sky above.
The library was a sanctuary within himself—a place of both peace and power, where he could return whenever he needed guidance or rest.
In the physical world, Raj fell like a meteor, his unconscious form streaking through the atmosphere in a cascade of burning colors—red, blue, violet, gold. The sky over Metropolis rippled with the disturbance, sending sensors across STAR Labs and the Hall of Justice into a frenzy.
Civilians looked upward in awe and fear as a radiant figure descended from the heavens. The meteor slowed abruptly, caught in a gentle gravitational hold, revealing Superman, arms wrapped around a barely-conscious Raj Bansal. The energy surrounding him shimmered in strange geometries—circles within triangles, fractals within light. His fingertips still pulsed with color, glowing softly in sequence, like a code slowly being written.
Superman landed in Centennial Park, the crowd parting in stunned silence. A child dropped their ice cream. Someone whispered, "Is that a new Green Lantern?" Another murmured, "He looks... hurt."
Raj stirred slightly, eyes fluttering under closed lids. A faint glow lit his skin from within, not like fire—but like stored sunlight, woven with otherworldly currents. Even unconscious, he radiated power that felt both ancient and new.
The young man was perfectly still, yet occasionally his fingertips would glow with different colors—red, then blue, then gold—subtle manifestations of the powers organizing themselves within his mind.
"J'onn," Superman called through his communicator. "I've found someone who fell from... well, I'm not sure where. But he's radiating energy I've never seen before. I'm bringing him to the Watchtower."
"Understood," came the Martian Manhunter's reply. "Medical bay is standing by."
As they soared toward the Justice League's orbital headquarters, Superman looked down at the mysterious visitor.
Whoever this young man was, the Man of Steel sensed he was about to change everything.
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