It would have made little difference. The forge dims by the moment. The creations of the one who laughs have no real souls. They have no hopes, no fears. They think only of winning. In moments, when your friends die, the fire will go dark.
The most powerful beings of this Earth...CRUSHED and HELPLESS at my feet. And once this planet is consumed...I'll send my forces out to slaughter any ragtag survivors who slipped through my grasp. Such is the annhilation that is Darkseid!
Without life, I am nothing. My power is meaningless without anything upon which to exert it. And I was obliged to dupe you, Green Lantern. Your kind never deal with me in any other terms. Our histories are too ugly and tainted.
It is time for the lower beings of creation to remember who they fear in their darkest hours, in their deepest moments of despair. This new multiverse is now infinite. But I am finite. I am final. Darkseid is...THE END.