Luke Skywalker came before Homelander, bowed slightly, and performed an ancient Jedi salute.
"Awaiting your orders, my master."
"May the Force be with you."
"Welcome to this crazy world, Luke."
Homelander walked over to the bar, took out two crystal glasses, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Turning to Luke, he said,
"Want a drink? The liquor here is pretty good."
"Thank you, Master." Luke shook his head and declined in a gentle tone. "Alcohol interferes with one's perception of the Force. I must remain clear-headed at all times."
"Unless that is your command," he added.
"That won't be necessary." Homelander did not insist and merely took a sip from his own glass.
"How does it feel? Arriving in this brand-new universe?" Homelander asked with interest.
Luke closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings for a moment.
"The life energy in this universe is extremely active, Master." Luke's voice was calm. "I can sense many powerful lifeforms lurking on this planet, as well as... certain undercurrents filled with malice."
"Your senses are accurate, Luke. Did that so-called Force tell you?" Homelander asked curiously. "I know that in the Milky Way you came from, there was a mysterious energy called the Force existing among all things."
"So... does the Force exist in this universe as well?"
This was an extremely crucial question.
If the Marvel Universe did not have the Force, then the Luke he had drawn would be, at most, a swordsmanship master.
Those world-destroying Force abilities would not be able to do jack shit.
Faced with Homelander's question,
Luke Skywalker did not answer directly. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand.
Homelander raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Under Homelander's puzzled gaze,
all the furniture in the living room began floating without warning. The crystal chandelier shook violently, and