Crimson Giant Corps

In the sky, a presidential transport aircraft was flying toward Lincoln County in southern Nevada. He-El reclined against a brown leather sofa in the luxuriously refitted, comfortable transport plane, his back relaxed, the back of his head resting against the soft cushions, his eyes closed. Although the transport plane had been fitted with the best soundproofing, the faint hum of engine vibrations still reached his ears. Some time had passed since Dormammu's appearance.