<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Tempest_-_Flashpoint_Paradox.png)</div>Two days had passed since the attack on Atlantis.  Almost three days since they were ambushed on the surface world.  Garth had changed out of his red and black costume and donned a new version of the Atlantean military uniform.  All the other surviving generals were wearing different coloured versions of that same uniform.  As for the army, they were still recovering and the surviving citizens were mourning the loss of their friends and family.  It was still unclear who was dead and or was not... including Garth's own wife and child.<br/><br/>There was no time to mourn.  No time to rest.  Darkseid was here and he has yet to be dealt with.  Still... the young Atlantean warrior was looking forward to seeing his family again.  After going through that hellish battle, he had wanted to see their faces again.  Dolphin... Cerdian... were they alright?  Were they... still alive...?  Garth began to wonder if it had all been one huge mistake.  If someone else had led the army... if he himself had stayed home... if no one left Atlantis at all... if a smart and more capable general who could have seen through the enemy's plans was put in charge...<br/><br/>Sooner or later, they were going to need to hear news of the surface world.  If Atlantis was to prepare for another attack, they were going to need to know of Darkseid's status.  Swimming away from his home, Garth sped away along the ocean currents.  He needed some time to think.  He needed some time to... wait... what was that?<br/><br/>Bringing himself to a full stop, Garth concentrated and focused.  He was certain that he had felt a large surge of energy.  No... several large surges of mystical energy... in the direction of the Bermuda Triangle.  He closed his eyes and concentrated some more.  Was that...?  Could it be...?  That energy he was picking up seemed oddly familiar.  Opening his eyes back up again, a small smile appeared on his lips.  If that was indeed who he thought it was, then there may be hope yet.  Mustering up as much of his own energy as possible, he sped off in the direction of the Bermuda Triangle.