Homelander nodded repeatedly as he read the skill description.
Interesting.
Not only could it serve as an ultimate healer, but it could also deal true damage to specific enemies.
Most importantly, the skill created an awe-inspiring spectacle when activated. The light and visual effects would be absolutely maxed out.
Just imagine it: after some world-ending catastrophe, misery lay everywhere.
Homelander floated in the air and waved his hand, bringing down a spiritual rain that radiated holy light.
The wounded would be healed, and the disabled would stand again.
The Popularity Points he harvested would definitely skyrocket severalfold.
This skill was perfect for showing off.
Still, the two mystery boxes had been fairly ordinary. He had not lost out, but there had been no major surprises either.
Just as Homelander was about to strike while the iron was hot and draw another one—
"Sizzle—"
A ring of golden sparks suddenly burst open in the center of the office.
Ancient One, dressed in yellow robes, stepped out of the portal.
Homelander exited the draw interface and immediately switched to an expression of concern and tension.
"Master, you're finally here! Has Wanda woken up?!" Homelander asked anxiously.
"You're in such a hurry, yet I haven't seen you visit her at Kamar-Taj?" Ancient One looked at Homelander with a half-smile.
"Earth faces threats at every moment... I could only put everyone else first." Homelander's expression did not change.
Ancient One shook her head and slowly said, "It's not Wanda. It's someone else."
"Stephen Strange."
Homelander paused slightly. "Strange?"
"That's right. A man who was supposed to succeed me in the future and become the Sorcerer Supreme." Ancient One's expression was complicated. "A few weeks ago, just as the predetermined path of fate dictated, he got into a car accident..."
"Both his hands suffered comminuted