The next second, a miracle descended.
A dazzling, sacred radiance appeared out of thin air in the minds of every Earthling praying sincerely, as though they were seeing it with their own eyes.
Moreover, what each person saw differed slightly, born from the most beautiful image of "salvation" in their subconscious.
An orphan who had lost their parents saw a pair of golden wings unfurl, like those of a guardian angel;
A scarred veteran saw a golden two-headed eagle cry out;
An ordinary worker saw the first light of dawn tearing through the darkness.
Yet no matter what form those rays of light initially took, they ultimately converged irreversibly into a towering silhouette.
Short golden hair, a blue bodysuit, and a Stars and Stripes Cape snapping loudly in the radiant glow.
Homelander spread his arms and hovered beneath the crimson sky.
Golden divine radiance surged from him, forming a massive halo that swept wildly in every direction with unstoppable force.
Gravik on the Nullarbor Plain was also very tactful.
He perfectly fulfilled his role as the villain. With a look of "surprise" on his face, he gazed toward the sky and secretly began reducing the Father Box's energy output bit by bit.
But from the perspective of viewers around the world, what they saw was the golden divine light erupting from Homelander, dispersing the apocalyptic sky that threatened to destroy Earth through absolute divine might!
The suffocating blood clouds in the sky dissolved rapidly like morning mist beneath sunlight.
The clear blue sky reappeared, and warm sunlight once again poured over the land.
The roaring, churning oceans fell silent, and the waves returned to calm.
The world had been saved.
The people erupted.
"He's back! Homelander is back!"
"We survived! We survived!"
"He did it! He really heard our call!"