Everyone below looked up, stunned by the sheer spectacle of Homelander's arrival.
For a moment, it was as if they were seeing Odin in his prime again, riding his eight-legged steed and wielding Gungnir as he commanded the Nine Realms.
Homelander landed with a flawless Webster.
Thor hurried over at once, grinning more broadly than he would have after a victory of his own.
"Anthony! Your timing couldn't have been better!" Thor strode up and clapped Homelander hard on the shoulder. "How did you know we were here?"
"The Asgardian Guard needed to stay behind in Asgard, so I volunteered for this."
Gratitude filled Thor's heart.
Eitri, king of the dwarves, came over.
Both of his hands, once used to forge divine weapons, had been severed at the wrists and encased in smooth metal.
Eitri stopped before Homelander, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head in the deepest respect.
"Thank you, God of Humanity. Your aid has allowed Nidavellir to survive."
Thor, too, regarded Homelander solemnly.
"Thank you, Anthony. You preserved Asgard's honor."
Homelander smiled faintly. "You're welcome, Thor. We're brothers, and I'm part of Asgard too. It was only right."
Brothers... Part of Asgard...
At those words, Thor's mind veered off course again.
While he was lost in thought, a sudden commotion broke out in the crowd.
"Look! A ship's escaping!" a dwarf shouted, pointing overhead.
Eitri followed his finger. The moment he recognized the ship's insignia, he clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.
"That's Corvus Glaive's ship! That bastard killed my brother Brock!"
Homelander glanced at the ship climbing rapidly away and gave a contemptuous smile.
"Don't worry. He won't escape."
Ahead of the ship, a jump point had already opened in space. The vessel was beginning to fade as it entered.
Homelander turned his