J'onn stands behind her, and while physical gestures are not strictly necessary, he finds it easier to focus. So he places his hands on the sides of her head, creating a shield around her mind with his hands and with his own powers.

There's a hunger in the glove, a deep malevolence. This is no gentle death, no inevitable end to life. It wants to seek out the weak and the helpless, and feed on their life force. Thirteen people is all it would take to let it roam the Earth unchecked.

On the other side of the Hub, Owen shudders, and his eyes turn solidly black for a moment. Melenkurion abatha, duroc minas mill khabaal.