Beneath the Phantom King's mask was a face identical to Mon-El's?
Shane did not dwell on that for long. Instead, he began interrogating him about the changes to the Green Lantern ring.
Unlike the silent onset of his earlier amnesia, Shane could now feel with absolute clarity that some intangible, abstract concept was eating away at both his mind and his body.
As surging, dark green willpower energy poured into him, his physical strength began increasing exponentially, far beyond anything he had experienced before.
That made him even more afraid to act rashly. This power had already grown far beyond what he could control.
Shane knew that, right now, he was like a balloon being inflated without end.
He had no desire to find out what would happen once that warped energy pushed his body to its limit. The healing properties of Lazarus Pit water were not that miraculous.
"I... I don't know."
Shane's body had now entered a state entirely beyond biology. Even the gusts produced by his breathing made the skin on the Phantom King's face crackle, as though it might peel away from his flesh at any moment.
Shane had no choice but to hold his breath.
The Phantom King had also stopped trying to escape or resist. Under Shane's threats, he merely trembled as he confessed.
"I can't remember anything. All I know is that something made by the Green Lantern Corps shouldn't be here!" The Phantom King could no longer maintain his lofty air. Even his absurd, overgrown-child mentality had vanished in the face of death, leaving him more cooperative than ever.
But the Phantom King still gave Shane none of the answers he wanted.
He knew nothing, no matter what Shane asked. The bewilderment deep in his eyes was exactly like Mon-El's aboard the