Ghost King Phantom and the Children of the Stars
Phantom stood in silence, gazing into the endless expanse of space — where galaxies shimmered like scattered fragments of glass.
Superman, frowning slightly: “Phantom, why is your heart beating so fast it sounds like it’s vibrating?”
Flash, slowing mid-run and gasping: “Dude, that’s faster than me!”
Phantom (calmly): “I don’t have a heart. I ’m incubating the cores of my five children.”
Superman, confused but trying to be supportive: “...Congratulations?”
Green Lantern, blinking: “Wait—who’s the mother?”
Phantom: “Technically, me. I was cloned against my will, and when the clones became unstable, I placed them next to my core to stabilize naturally.”
Wonder Woman, nodding thoughtfully: “So… it’s like a Zeus thing?”
Phantom, with a small shrug: “If that helps you understand, sure.”
Batman: “So you’ll have more reinforcements soon?”
Phantom: “Not for a while. One is almost ready—I’d give it about a month.”
Green Arrow, smirking: “Got any names picked out yet?”
Phantom, smiling softly at the stars: “A few. But I’d rather they choose for themselves once they’re ready.”
And for a moment, even the Justice League fell silent—
watching their ghostly teammate cradle the future inside a core of light.
A being of death, now giving birth to life.
Somewhere in the vast quiet of the cosmos, balance was being restored.
