Inside the saucer-shaped ship's command room, He-El sat upright on the suspended Black Throne, his back against the backrest and the back of his head resting against its cold surface. His expression was indifferent as he watched Kara bring Superman inside.
"Kal-El, your father was my colleague and my friend. Have you entered my ship again, a ship built from material I collected after Krypton's explosion, to start a second war between us?"
He-El glanced at Superman and spoke with an indifferent expression.
To He-El's senses, every encounter with Superman, every conversation with him, and even every beating he gave him carried a very peculiar feeling.
It was all because Superman was the center of this Source Universe, its most important cosmic operational logic.
Yet this Source Universe did not depend on Superman to function, which produced a peculiar operational logic in which it could run with or without him.
Superman and this Source Universe were not one entity, yet he was its center. There was a faint sense that he was indispensable, an exceedingly complex operational logic that He-El had continually explored and studied.
Having only just arrived in this Source Universe, however, He-El first had to establish a firm foothold on Earth as a powerful founder of a Kryptonian nation. Only then did he intend to gradually make contact with Earth's superheroes and supervillains.
But making contact did not mean playing their game of superheroes and supervillains. He-El had no interest in taking part in such a pointless game.
Kara, who had brought Superman into the command room, only learned from He-El's words that this ramshackle, patched-together saucer-shaped ship had been built from material he had collected after Krypton's explosion. Emotions churned within her. Despondently, she reached out to touch the command room's wall, as though she were