The yellow face of He-El formed from psychic power in the starry sky gazed deeply at He-El, its eyes imperious yet filled with the weathering of long ages that even time could not erase.
"You are..." Even He-El froze for a moment.
It was not that he failed to recognize him, but that he did.
Back on Earth in the Pacific Rim universe, Edward had used psychic power to carry the psychic power of humanity into an attack on He-El's psychic avatar projection. In the end, he had even imprisoned that projection in a dream he had created.
Then, not long afterward, he had died.
Presumably, Edward's death back then meant that He-El's psychic avatar projection had killed him within the dream and survived there. Only after He-El left this universe had he emerged to develop his power and become this universe's Dream King.
He-El had not expected it to be his own psychic avatar projection. He had thought it was the extraordinarily talented Edward.
That was rather a shame.
"I never expected it to be the psychic avatar projection I deliberately separated from myself. I thought it was Edward. What a shame." He-El shook his head, genuinely regretting it.
He-El had admired Edward. He had not killed him back then, and had even hoped he would develop some new techniques involving psychic power.
He had never imagined that Edward would be killed by the psychic avatar projection he had left in Edward's dream.
A shame. Truly a shame.
He-El felt deeply regretful, and allowed the psychic avatar projection to connect to his psychic power.
"He was indeed a talented man, so I had no choice but to kill him. Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Jor-El." Midway through speaking, the psychic avatar's head projection sensed that