Deep within Antarctica, in a place no human had ever reached.
The world was a vast expanse of white, with glaciers that had remained frozen for ten thousand years everywhere.
Howling winds, brutal weather, and temperatures eighty or ninety degrees below zero made survival impossible for any living creature here.
Boom!
Amid the swirling snow, Homelander stood draped in the Stars and Stripes, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared into the distance without expression. His gaze was icy, as if awaiting the arrival of a great battle.
A figure dressed in a pristine white suit slowly floated down from the sky, a faint smile on his lips. He appeared casual yet arrogant, like a god looking down upon mortals.
"Homelander, I always thought you were a smart man.
"And yet you let Stormwin recruit you and listened to them to come deal with me."
"No, you're wrong."
Homelander turned around, his expression cold.
"I'm not doing this for Stormwin and the others."
Both were beings with incredibly powerful bodies. The freezing wind that could kill a person meant nothing more to them than a gentle breeze.
"Oh? Then who is it?"
Arthur asked with apparent interest, his hands still behind his back.
Unlike Homelander's arrogance, which was obvious at a glance, Arthur did not appear cold or cruel. Yet he seemed like a god playing among mortals, his arrogance engraved deep into his bones. He regarded nothing in the world as worthy of notice.
"It's..."
Homelander opened his mouth, wanting to say it was Ron. But Arthur knew about his relationship with Ron's father.
He was not quite willing to let an outsider know the position Earth's former strongest superhero held before his own son.
"It's me."
A magnetic male voice pierced through the frigid wind. Ron