Doctor Strange's breathing quickened.
"No mass, unaffected by gravity, and complete consciousness and self-awareness retained..."
Homelander waved at the two ghostly figures floating in midair.
"Welcome to the Astral Dimension, you two."
"This is the... soul you claimed didn't exist."
Tony was still flailing in midair.
Doctor Strange instinctively took a deep breath, even though he no longer needed to breathe.
"Is the end of science... truly theology?" A narrow crack appeared in the materialist worldview he had built over many years.
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Watching their reactions, Homelander felt the time was about right.
He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Their astral forms were instantly dragged back into their bodies by a powerful suction force.
"Ha—!"
The two of them gasped sharply, their legs going weak as they nearly collapsed.
"All right, Anthony. You win." Tony glared at Homelander, still shaken.
"You proved the existence of souls, but how does that help us solve Cyberpsychosis? Are we supposed to smack their souls out of their bodies whenever they have an episode?"
Homelander shook his head. "I'm only providing a direction. How to solve the specific problem is your job."
"If I, the boss, do everything myself, what do I need you for?"
By then, Stephen had come back to his senses, his eyes unusually bright.
"Souls... Souls really do exist..." Stephen kept muttering, seemingly obsessed with the word "soul."
Seeing Stephen's reaction, Homelander struck while the iron was hot.
"Want to learn?" Homelander dangled the bait. "Become my disciple, and I'll teach you."
Stephen's eyes immediately lit up. Without the slightest hesitation, he eagerly said,
"Yes! I'm very willing to become your disciple, Teacher Homelander!"
There was an unusually urgent longing in his voice.