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Mera's fatal sacrifice went mostly unnoticed amidst the chaos. The battle raged on, and the survivors, having narrowly escaped drowning, had no time to mourn.
But through his X-ray vision, Clark saw everything. His fists clenched, and his eyes turned red. "You bastard! Go to hell!" he roared. His principle of not killing was gone. With Superman infected, they were all on the brink of death; there was no luxury to spare for the infected.
Clark could see Arthur still standing in the bloody mist. Though wounded, he was still a formidable threat. Clark couldn't let him escape. The remaining heroes couldn't withstand another attack from Arthur. As he flew towards him, Clark unleashed his heat vision, but it wasn't powerful enough to get past Arthur's trident. Arthur swung his weapon, summoning another tsunami that forced Clark to stop and face it head-on.
"I can do this! I can stop it!" Clark desperately told himself. He took a deep breath and unleashed a freezing super breath. It was different from his usual wind-based breath; this was purely a freezing current. The water's surface froze on impact, but Clark wasn't Superman. The freezing breath couldn't stop the immense tsunami. The wave behind it shattered the ice and continued its deadly advance.
"Ah! Stop!" he screamed, pushing his limits. But it wasn't enough. The tsunami engulfed Paradise Island, submerging it completely. When the waters receded, most of the Amazons and Atlanteans had been infected. Only a few with flight or luck escaped. Paradise Island had fallen.
The Ark, however, had started its ascent—a small glimmer of good news. Arthur seized the opportunity created by the tsunami and climbed onto the back of the Kraken, the legendary sea monster. At this point, Clark was the only hero left with the power to fight him.
Despair spread among the survivors. On the Ark, they wept, watching as their comrades, now infected, were left behind. The Kraken, controlled by Arthur, reached for the rising Ark with its colossal tentacles, threatening to drag it back into the sea.
Just as a tentacle was about to strike, Clark, a streak of black light, intercepted it. He wrapped his arms around the Kraken's limb, using every ounce of his strength to hold it back. It was all he could do. The Kraken was a creature of myth, and Clark could barely hold a single tentacle. If not for the other heroes helping to distract it, the Kraken could have easily crushed him with its other limbs.
On the Ark, a man in a green vest climbed to the highest point, a bow and arrow on his back. "Damn Batman! You dare to underestimate me and not make a plan for me?" It was Green Arrow, meant to be a passenger on the Ark. He couldn't just stand by and watch an eight-year-old child desperately fight to protect the escapees. "Damn you, Batman! Go to hell and see what your grandfather Green Arrow can do!"
As Arthur raced along the Kraken's tentacles towards a struggling Clark, no one doubted that his Trident of Poseidon could easily kill the boy. But just as he was about to strike, a diamond-tipped arrow hit him squarely in the brain. Arthur fell, dead.
Without his master's control or the trident, the Kraken's will to fight faded. The other heroes' attacks caused it to retreat, and it slowly disappeared into the depths of the sea.
With the monsters gone, the remaining heroes quickly gathered the survivors and helped them board the Ark. It had room for seven hundred million, so a few more people were not an issue.
As Clark helped the last Amazon warrior onto the Ark, Jonathan ran up to him. "Clark, look towards Gotham!"
Clark immediately used his super vision. He saw him—Superman, fighting Wonder Woman. "I'll be there soon," he said. "Protect the remaining survivors." With that, he flew towards Gotham.
A short time earlier, in Gotham City, survivors were also boarding their own Ark. It began to rain, a final mournful drizzle that added to the gloom. Suddenly, someone looked up.
There he was—the figure everyone knew and once loved. He appeared above them, but this time, he brought not joy, but terror. Superman, the symbol of hope, was gone. All that remained was a bringer of despair.