As Homelander's tragic and heroic declaration fell, the scene in space seemed to be pressed into slow motion.
Under F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s precise lens capture, that figure suspended before the abyss of the universe was undergoing a heartbreaking transformation.
His hair, originally as dazzling as gold, was losing its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Starting from the roots, it was dyed a withered grayish-white bit by bit.
His handsome face, which always radiated confidence and ease, was rapidly losing color at this moment, his cheeks sunken and his eye sockets hollow.
It was as if every drop of life essence within his body was being burned frantically as fuel.
This withering had an extreme visual impact.
It was just like a sunflower blooming to its absolute limit, withering in the span of a breath, only to burst forth with one final afterglow to illuminate the darkness.
Inside the command hall of V.G.D. Headquarters.
Jessica covered her mouth tightly with both hands. She tried to hold back her cries, but the tears just refused to stop.
"No... don't do this..." she choked out, her voice broken beyond recognition, "Asshole... you didn't need to go this far..."
"Stop... I'm begging you, stop..." Wanda had already fallen to her knees, weeping uncontrollably, "Liar... you said you'd come back..."
The Missouri front lines.
"My god..." Natasha gasped. She had witnessed countless deaths, but she had never seen a person wither so rapidly, "What is he doing? Is he burning his own life?"
"It must be... some kind of taboo power." Steve Rogers clenched his fists tightly, "To fight an entity of that tier, he's overdrafting his future... his life."
This scene was transmitted to every corner of the Earth through quantum signals without a single second of delay.
No words could describe