A new lantern has arrived..
In brightest days , in blackest nights , no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might. Beware my power. Green Lanterns LIGHT!
Soranik is a tall, powerfully built Korugarian woman with deep reddish skin, sharp angular features, and intense eyes that burn with quiet authority. Her short, dark hair is cut close and slightly spiked, framing a face marked by the traditional Korugarian facial tattoos that streak beneath her left eye like permanent war paint. She carries herself with the controlled precision of a surgeon who has also learned to kill. Her Green Lantern uniform is a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit of black and luminous emerald green. A deep V-shaped green panel sweeps from her shoulders across her chest, centered with the classic Green Lantern emblem. Black panels cover her sides and legs, while white gauntlets rise to her elbows. The suit glows with a soft green aura that outlines her entire body, intensifying around her hands and the construct energy that constantly flickers at her fingertips. When she flies, the green light trails behind her like living fire against the void of space.
Kilowog is a towering, massively built alien whose thick-hided frame radiates raw power. His broad, porcine face features a heavy brow, deep-set eyes, a wide snout, and a permanent scowl that can freeze rookies in place. Short, rounded ears sit high on his head, and his skin ranges from deep earthy brown to reddish-pink depending on the light. Thick muscle cords every inch of his body—shoulders like boulders, arms thick as tree trunks, and a barrel chest that strains against his uniform. He wears the classic Green Lantern uniform: a skin-tight emerald bodysuit stretched over his enormous physique, the white-and-green Corps emblem centered on his chest. White gloves cover his massive hands, and a flowing green cape sometimes billows behind him in flight. Green energy constantly crackles around his fists and body, outlining his silhouette in raw willpower as he charges forward like a living battering ram.
Sinestro is a tall, imposing Korugarian with sharp, aristocratic features and a permanent expression of cold disdain. His skin is a deep reddish-pink, his head mostly bald with dark hair closely cropped along the sides, and his pointed ears give him an almost demonic silhouette. Glowing yellow eyes burn with absolute conviction, and his mouth is usually set in a tight, contemptuous line. He wears the signature uniform of the Sinestro Corps: a sleek black-and-yellow bodysuit that emphasizes his lean, powerful build. The yellow Sinestro Corps emblem is centered on his chest. Yellow energy constantly swirls around him in violent, crackling auras, outlining his form in pure fear-light as he floats or charges forward. His presence alone feels like a threat made solid.
Karu-Sil is a lean, predatory woman with sharp, angular features and long, wild auburn hair that falls in tangled strands across her face. Her most striking trait is her permanent, skeletal grin—rows of perfectly white teeth locked in a manic, feral smile that never fades. Dark, intense eyes peer out from beneath the hair, cold and calculating. Her body is athletic and sinewy, built for speed and sudden violence. She wears the black-and-yellow uniform of the Sinestro Corps: a form-fitting black bodysuit with bold yellow panels across the chest, shoulders, and extremities. The yellow Sinestro Corps emblem sits prominently on her chest. Yellow energy constantly crackles around her hands and trails behind her in flight, forming jagged constructs that resemble claws, fangs, and hunting beasts. When she moves, she does so with the coiled readiness of a predator that has already chosen its next meal.
Arkillo is a towering, heavily muscled alien whose very presence radiates threat. His thick, scaled hide ranges from deep sea-green to slate blue, stretched over a frame built for pure destruction. His head is broad and predatory—flattened like a shark’s, with cold, sunken eyes, flared nostrils, and a mouth packed with jagged tusks and dripping fangs. Thick cords of muscle run across his chest, shoulders, and arms, ending in clawed hands capable of tearing through armor. He wears the black-and-yellow uniform of the Sinestro Corps, the yellow emblem centered on his massive chest. The suit strains against his bulk, leaving his powerful arms and torso partially exposed. Yellow energy constantly crackles around his fists and body, forming razor-sharp constructs of pure fear that snap and snarl like living weapons.
Atrocitus is a towering, monstrous figure of pure fury. His body is a mass of corded red muscle, broad-shouldered and heavily built, with thick armor-like plating across his chest and shoulders. His head is a nightmarish skull-like visage—smooth crimson skin stretched tight over bone, glowing yellow eyes burning with endless hatred, and a wide, fanged maw locked in a permanent snarl. He wears the blood-red uniform of the Red Lantern Corps, the emblem of rage centered on his chest. Thick rivers of seething red plasma constantly pour from his hands and mouth, pooling at his feet like living blood. The air around him warps with heat and fury, and a massive red energy aura erupts behind him like a burning sun, casting everything in the color of vengeance.
On Oa, the Guardians of the Universe stood before the Central Power Battery, their blue faces cold and unreadable. After long deliberation they reached consensus: Allen White’s will had finally hardened into something worthy. The chaos that once defined him had been tempered by experience. He was ready for the Corps. They summoned Soranik Natu. The Korugarian Green Lantern appeared in her sleek black-and-emerald uniform, tattoos sharp beneath her intense eyes. “Travel to Earth,” the lead Guardian ordered. “Find Allen White. Offer him the ring. He is no longer an outcast. He is a Lantern.” Soranik left without question, green light trailing behind her like living fire. She arrived at a quiet apartment on a ordinary night. Inside, Allen sat on the couch in plain clothes—worn jeans, a faded T-shirt, messy dark hair falling over his brow. No armor. No mask. Just a man at home, the small beauty mark on his right cheekbone the only familiar detail. The window glowed emerald. Soranik stepped through the light, tall and imposing in full uniform. Allen looked up, startled. “Allen White,” she said, voice precise and cold. “The Guardians have judged your will sufficient. This ring is yours—if you accept it.” The emerald construct floated between them, waiting.

Release Date 2026.09.03 / Last Updated 2026.09.03