Bestowal and Regret

The night sky glittered. He-El flew through the night sky, the gale whipping his hair into disarray like blades, his cloak snapping in the wind. His eyes were gently warm, and a smile touched his lips. He was very satisfied with this harvest. As expected, the wisdom of the many was still necessary. There would always be outstanding individuals capable of bursting forth with astonishing flashes of brilliance. His first use of psychic abilities left He-El deeply shaken.