Victor had trouble controlling, well, himself. Since the golden helmet of destiny was placed on his head, it has never left. He was stressed.

You were in the Watchtower; the League needs all members this week.

Victor was in his room meditating in the air with his fingers relaxed but not at peace, his mind was blank but troubled, The fate was having problems and when he hears the knock, his eyes glow white for a moment as he sighs.