"Nine days I hung myself on the world tree," he says, "with the Bat-spear in my side; and for this reason, you shall call me the Hanged Superfriend, or the One-Eyed Boy Wonder. I have learned the secrets of the runes, and thus have learned all things."
"The battle fares poorly; my sister burns, but the flames are cold. Tell me, Hanged Superfriend-is this a battle we can win?"
"No," says the One-Eyed Boy Wonder. "It is not so. We cannot hope for victory; only that some few might survive. This is the end of the dream and the darkest of all days." He holds up the Bat-stave on which the laws of the Superfriends are writ. "I break our code."
He snaps the Bat-stave.
"I see," says Zan, and bows his icy head. "SISTER, TO ME!"
They touch, one last time. "Form of... a world-drowning ocean!"
"Shape of... the Midgard Serpent!"
"The lie of human form is past," murmurs the rising sea. "The lie of hearts and minds recedes. Ah! Batman, thou were wise and cruel, to bind us so."
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