He-El slowly withdrew his Heat Vision from the podium. The scorched-red skin around his eyes gradually cooled and returned to normal. His gaze was merciless. Severed limbs and broken bodies littered the scene, bright red blood flowing across the ground. The stench of blood mixed with the roasted scent of burnt flesh, rising from this hellscape. In the distance, terrified civilians stepped back in panic, trampling fallen flags beneath their feet. None of them dared shout that He-El was kind and benevolent anymore.