A terrified and pained telepathic scream reverberates through the cosmos alerting the ever mindful Martian Manhunter. It is a distressed Mother Mercy. Something has descended upon the Clementian habitat and is perverting the Black Mercies to amplify feelings of rage.
Something happened to the fabric of reality. It’s bleeding. That doesn’t make sense, but it’s happening. Something called The Beyond is bleeding into this reality, changing everything it touches. Only one thing stands between the oozing chaos and everything we know to be true: Defenders Beyond.
There’s a bar that exists in Oblivion called the Oblivion Bar. It can only be accessed by the most adept sorcerers. And drinkers. But Oblivion has another name: The Winding Way; a conduit between dimensions. It is an immense source of magical power. And it is overflowing.
All along the Watchtower a Martian watches over us, his eyes to the stars. And should the inhabitants of these far-flung galaxies grow restless, S.W.O.R.D. strikes. As Earth’s first line of defense against intergalactic terrorism, it’s their job to get their hands dirty to keep everyone else clean.
The house that Reed built. It’s been decades since its founder disappeared, but the Foundation persisted; marching ever forward into the future. The mission is still the same: build a brighter future with science. No matter the cost.