Donnie sat high atop the Chair of Moebius, floating in the air as he looked down at the devastated ground below. Amid the chaotic battlefield, severed limbs lay everywhere. Anyone below demigod level had practically been killed in an instant. More people were merely clinging to life, not far from death. "I'm taking these people under my protection," Donnie said coldly. Steppenwolf raised his brows, resting his battle-axe on his shoulder with some surprise. "The Chair of Moebius? What did you do to Metron?