The psychic grins as he picks Avalon up and hefts the bound winged alien over his shoulder.
I have the Blue Lantern. One last one to go...
He touches something on his belt and vanishes. The crowd, almost in unison, blink in shock as he vanishes, as their minds are abruptly their own again, as they find themselves standing in the middle of a field with a number of strangers.
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