Not Enough

He-El floated in the air, the pressure of his aura forcing Black to kneel on the ground as he struggled to raise his head and look at He-El. In He-El, he saw someone worth assisting. But... Black had misunderstood. 'Pop.' He-El slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at Black. A Finger Beam shot toward Black's brow and pierced straight through it. Even at the moment of death, Black believed that He-El needed him.