Chapter 230: White Entity Of Life
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The hall of the Guardians, normally steeped in that eerie, unshakable calm of the oldest minds in the cosmos, now thrummed with something far less measured..shock. Holographic projections of Earth flickered in the air, its continents riddled with crimson marks of conflict and black veins of the black lanterns spreading death all over the planet. And there, amidst the chaos, a singular radiance pierced the darkness.
"It is confirmed then..." one of the Guardians spoke first, his voice rarely so raw. "The light has manifested. After eons... it truly exists. The White Entity has emerged."
Murmurs swelled like a ripple of old wind through them. Ancient faces, carved by millennia of decisions, now bore the sharp lines of sudden realization. "We have watched the sectors burn, seen many planets fall, yet Earth... that world continues to stir the impossible," another hissed, his wrinkled fingers tightening. "We always feared it might escalate, but this? To that extent?"
"They have awakened something that was meant to slumber at the dawn of time," a third muttered, his eyes reflecting the ghostly white flare emanating from the projection. "So it was there, hidden beneath their soil all along... Earth."
All eyes shifted briefly to Ganthet. He alone seemed unshaken, his expression neither cold nor surprised, merely... expectant. "Some of you might treat this as an anomaly," he said, his tone calm, "But Earth has never been an ordinary sphere of stone. That world is the cradle; the birth place of life itself. The first breath that stirred the emotional spectrum... it began there. The White Entity’s emergence was not chance. It was inevitability. Nekron himself should know this."
A Guardian opposite him frowned, the creases of his ancient face deepening. "And yet inevitability does not secure victory, Ganthet. The scales may tip, yes, but the source remains. The Black still festers. Nekron still breathes death into the universe."
Another Guardian leaned forward, his gaze flicking back to the image of a lone ring-bearer amidst the light. "And for it to choose that Lantern... Hal Jordan. Out of every living soul in the cosmos."
"Who else?" came the dry, near-instant reply of one seated near the dais. "Who among us embodies will as he does? He has fallen, risen, fought, and bled for that Corps more than any other. Whatever you may think of his... recklessness, and defiance... there is no Lantern more deserving of that light."
There was no argument this time only slow, solemn nods. The council’s circle dimmed into heavy silence as the weight of what they were witnessing settled upon their ageless minds.
"Then may this be the end of it," another finally spoke, the words carrying the strange tone of both hope and dread. "May this night finally break."
Ganthet’s eyes lingered on the glow of Earth a moment longer. His voice was low, almost to himself, though the others heard. "It will break... one way or the other. But the dawn may cost more than any of us are willing to pay."
The room darkened again, the light of Earth still burning like a beacon amidst the blackened maps of a bleeding universe.
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The battlefield was chaos incarnate in Coast City, broken streets, the cries of the living tangled with the cold wails of the Black Lanterns as their rings pulsed. Hal Jordan on the ground, his breath ragged, his emerald ring flickering against the endless tide. And then everything stopped.
The radiance that cut through wasn’t green. It wasn’t blue. It was pure. Blinding. Living white. Every Black Lantern in its path recoiled, their dead flesh hissing like ice in flame.
Hal turned, eyes narrowing against the brilliance. Suspended before him, a shape more felt than seen vast wings of brilliance, a presence of life itself ’the White Entity.’
His chest tightened. The stories, the myths whispered in Oan archives, the hushed warnings of what existed before will, before fear, before the Corps themselves, it was real. His hand lifted almost by instinct, fingers trembling as he reached for it. "Is this... really..." The words caught in his throat, a mixture of awe and disbelief.
The entity didn’t talk. It just moved.
Like a comet, the white surged forward, a spear of living creation, and struck Hal Jordan dead center. His breath was torn from his lungs. Light inhaled him.
"GHH...GOD!" The cry wrenched out of him as his knees buckled, every nerve alight with a pain that was not cruel but overwhelming. It was all too much for him. The green upon his chest faltered, the ring on his finger sputtering to a fading ember as if bowing to something far older, far greater.
He fell to one knee, hands clawing the air and then it changed.
The emerald dissolved, shards of fading light drifting away like withered leaves. In its place, threads of radiant white wrapped around him, weaving through his very veins, carving a new emblem upon his chest the symbol of life, stark and luminous. The green ring, splintered and from its ashes, a new band clasped his finger, glowing with a light so fierce it cast shadows for miles.
Hal Jordan... a White Lantern.
He rose slowly, breath coming in sharp pulls, the agony already giving way to a flood of energy so vast it made the green feel like a whisper. He stared at his own hands, now bathed in that impossible glow. "I feel..." His voice was low, almost reverent. "Such power... This wasn’t a myth after all."
The Black Lanterns screeched, driven mad by the light, and charged him as a pack. Hal met them head on.
He raised his hand.
White surged from him like a sonic wave. The city lit up as though the sun itself had been reborn here. Rings shattered mid-flight, corpses howled as black husks cracked and peeled away like burned paper. And then where the dead had fallen, breath returned. Men and women gasped awake, color rushing back to their skin, eyes fluttering with tears as they clutched their hearts, their first heartbeat in sometime.
Hal floated above them, the new ring humming with the voice of creation. His jaw tightened, the weight of it all pressing on his shoulders, but his eyes... his eyes were steady and calm.
Below him, Razer on the ground, blood on his lips, staring up in wide-eyed shock before white light surrounded him his wounds healing. The Shadow Lanterns paused mid-battle observing this event.
Hal lifted his hand, studying the glow that pulsed there like a living sun. "I know what to do and where to go now," he said, a smile on his face. And he bolted towards the sky.
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PLANET RYUT -
Black Central Power Battery was no longer still. It quaked
, low and hungry, like a beast about to wake. The once-immovable barrier that cocooned its core now lay fractured split wide open by claws of shadow and authority, its oily surface still hissing where Arthur’s power had bitten deep. Shadows bled from the fissures.Arthur Blackwynd stood before it, his silhouette limned in that same violet glow. His gauntlets dripped with the lingering echo of the assault, each motion of his fingers humming with restrained violence.
Scar and Black Hand, both held back by Ring, The shadow lantern’s ring overwhelming them both, constructs coiled around their necks and wrists. Their bodies twitched, their mouths gagged by shadow constructs, yet their dead eyes burned hatred upon him.
And Arthur... was smiling.
It wasn’t mockery this time. It was the cold satisfaction of a man who had been waiting, step after step, for this moment to finally arrive.
From the depths of the Battery, a chill crawled upward, thickening the very air. Shadows slithered together into a single point, then unfurled a towering silhouette, scythe in hand, eyes two pits of endless black.
Nekron.
The projection was not the full form, but it carried a presence enough to make the stone tremble.
Arthur’s eyes blazed brighter at the sight, the violet light in them cutting through Nekron’s abyss like eyes. His voice was steady, almost amused.
"There is no more time for words now... little lord of death." he then added "I think you already know what has just awakened. You felt it too, didn’t you? That spark in the void. The light you so fear."
Nekron’s hollow form tilted, the black depths of its sockets narrowing. "You..."
Arthur stepped forward, ’"You" he repeated mocking Nekron’s voice. "Dumbass, your little battery is vulnerable now and your soldiers will soon fall, one by one."
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