"No!" The Spectre struggles, but as the pod forms, it starts drawing him in, like a Genie being sucked into a lamp. Even though it looks like a stasis pod, it looks like it's made entirely of stone.

"The will of the Lord cannot be denied!"

For a moment, the Spectre briefly detaches from his host, a human man who had died during the floods of Naltor, with his family, early on in the new Legion's career. But the man seems just as outraged.

"They deserve to suffer! It's not fair that they're still alive when my family's dead!"

The two merge again and as the Spectre is drawn into the pod, he says, "I see your sins, Legionnaires. Before this, I was content to punish those that weren't fighting against the end of days, but know this! If I ever gain my freedom again, you will face God's reproach! No matter what world you flee too, no matter what dimension you cower in, you shall be juuuudged!"

And then he's trapped, and only wisps of green smoke and the smell of brimstone remain.

The transformed prison suddenly transforms back to the holographic prison yards and cell blocks it had once been. The gathered villains slump inside their clear cell pods in relief.