"Is everyone all right?" Nix Wutan swept a grave gaze over the Level Three Source Universe overseers who had been blasted more than a dozen galaxies away. Those with lighter injuries had only cracks in the metal armor formed by their Shapeshifting Ships. They themselves were unharmed and remained conscious.
The more seriously injured had their Shapeshifting Ship armor badly damaged. It would take untold eras of universal annihilation for it to repair itself.
Yet even if their Shapeshifting Ship armor was severely damaged and they themselves were gravely wounded—bones shattered, bodies swollen in space as though waterlogged—they were still conscious and had not died outright. Thus, it was not truly too serious.
The worst off were those who had fallen into protective comas. They might truly die in their sleep.
"Cleaners, Transporters, Collectors—send all seriously wounded and incapacitated Level Three Source Universe overseers, as well as the unconscious ones, back to the Monitor Domain." Nix Wutan issued his orders swiftly.
A large number of Cleaners, Transporters, and Collectors streamed out of the 'Blood Vessel,' heading toward the scattered Level Three Source Universe overseers and taking them back to the Monitor Domain to recover.
He-El also handed the four Level Three Source Universe overseers beside him over to the arriving Transporters, having them take the four back to the Monitor Domain for treatment.
Then, a strange glint flashed through He-El's eyes as he looked up at the vortex still suspended overhead, stabilized by the five-dimensional high-stability device.
From within that vortex, He-El could sense the cosmic operating logic of the New Krypton Universe.
The New Krypton Universe was a universe He-El had conquered with his own hands. It had also been the first universe in the DC Universe whose cosmic operating logic had been replicated into the He-El Universe. He-El