He-El!

Bang— The protective barrier around the Hogyoku in Aizen's hand was crushed with a single grip, dispersing through his fingers like shattered glass, glittering as it vanished. Aizen tilted his head slightly upward and closed his eyes. It seemed that a stream of information and images from within the Hogyoku was surging into his mind. They were not the records from one hundred and ten years ago, but all the information concerning He-El, returning in full to Aizen's mind.