The entire world fell silent.
Seeing a piece of He-El's Quark Armor fall from where he hung upon Gungnir, exposing the fair skin of his arm, everyone's expressions tightened.
Especially after they had just heard Ancient One say that even after being pierced through the chest by Gungnir and hung from its shaft, He-El was not yet dead.
The Avengers wore complicated expressions. They wanted He-El dead, yet they also did not want him dead.
They no longer had any way to deal with the many Clone He-Els from Parallel Universes.
Once these Clone He-Els began fighting on Earth, it was almost certain that they would blast the planet apart.
They dearly wished that He-El would once again become Earth's guardian, just as he had when he fought King of the Gods Odin—defeating Odin, protecting Earth, and allowing Earth to remain independent.
Yet they were ashamed of that thought. A moment ago, they had been trying to stop He-El and fighting him. To place their hopes upon him now was simply too despicable and selfish.
"He-El..."
Their feelings were too complicated to describe, especially Tony Stark. His lips moved as he stared at He-El hanging from the spear shaft, his gaze carrying a trace of joy that He-El had not died, as well as shame toward himself. Too ashamed to face He-El, his lips trembled wordlessly.
The atmosphere throughout the world was so oppressive that it felt suffocating.
The seven-meter-tall Super-Gene He-El wore a cold expression on his broad face, his gaze wild and arrogant. Veins surged across his muscles like rushing rivers, ready to move, yet he did not act rashly.
Dark Dimension Overlord He-El's expression was grave as he stared fixedly at He-El hanging from Gungnir.
Streams of data flickered through Fully Mechanical He-El's eyes like flowing light,