He-El had originally thought Kaecilius and General Ross, the Red Hulk, would have a great battle. He had even been ready to see how powerful Red Hulk Ross was. Who knew Kaecilius would simply draw a portal and send General Ross, the Red Hulk, out of the Mirror Dimension?
"Are you all right?" He-El shook his head with a laugh, rather speechless. "You brought me into a place like this, got one arm smashed to pieces by my subordinate, and now what do you want?"
He-El looked at Kaecilius with a faintly amused smile as he emerged from the gaping hole in the building, bracing his remaining hand against the edge of the wall and lifting his head to look at He-El.
Kaecilius's entire right arm had been blown apart by General Ross, the Red Hulk. Blood streamed from the mangled hollow of his shoulder, his face was pale, and darkness sank deep into his black-rimmed eyes, making him look pained, evil, ferocious, and furious.
He had underestimated his opponent. He had been careless. He had not dodged.
The mages of Kamar-Taj were physically as frail as ordinary people. Their spells might be miraculous, but using them directly to withstand the several-hundred-ton full-force beating of General Ross, the Red Hulk... He-El suspected something was wrong with Kaecilius's brain.
Battlefields changed in an instant. Kaecilius losing an arm to General Ross, the Red Hulk, came as no surprise to He-El.
Magic was wondrous, but it was not omnipotent. One should not assume that physical phenomena from another system could cause no harm. All paths ultimately led to the same destination; everything was connected.
"Ah—" Kaecilius began gasping harshly. Black vapor spilled from his twisted face, while thick black liquid surged from his exploded shoulder and formed a dark arm.
He-El frowned,