"If you're Death..." Harley gave a weak grin. "...then you must be the most handsome one."
"Death? Heh... to some things, I am."
With a soft chuckle, Homelander looked down at the Parademons roaring at him and the Superman assault troops firing their guns.
"They're noisy, aren't they?"
Harley nodded instinctively. "A little..."
"Then let's quiet them down."
With that—
His eyes instantly lit up, becoming two crimson suns.
"Bzzzzz—!!!"
High-energy Heat Vision shot from his eyes.
There was no unnecessary movement. He merely turned his neck slightly.
Like Death's scythe, it carved arcs of death through the air.
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"
Whether they were heavily armored Superman assault troops or thick-skinned Parademons—
Under the sweep of the Heat Vision, they were all cut into two or several pieces.
"AAAAAH—"
The screams lasted only a few seconds.
The ambush force that had just driven Batman and Harley into a desperate corner had now become smoking chunks of charred flesh scattered across the ground.
Homelander withdrew his gaze. The red glow in his eyes gradually faded, and that warm, approachable smile returned to his face.
Below.
Batman, Bruce Wayne, slowly rose from behind the cover.
He still clutched the rifle with only a few bullets left, but his body had gone rigid as stone.
That red-and-blue figure.
Those eyes capable of firing Heat Vision.
And that hovering stance.
For a moment, he seemed to see his old friend.
A name almost burst from his throat on instinct.
"Clark...?"
Bruce's voice trembled slightly, carrying hope he had suppressed for far too long.
"Is that you, Clark?"
"You finally... came back?"
If Clark had broken free from the Anti-Life Equation's control...
If he had truly returned... then perhaps this hopeless world could still be saved.
But that figure slowly descended.
When those