A Gift for He-El

"Has the Olympian Pantheon already begun its attack on New Krypton?" The Father sat upon a flawless white jade chair. Tall and imposing yet possessed of a kindly air, his broad, upright face and thick white beard lent him immense dignity as he regarded the two Guardians of the Universe with steady eyes. No wonder the Guardians of the Universe were so eager for him to confirm his deployment. They had already ordered the Olympian Pantheon to attack New Krypton. The Father thought silently.