"No. They need to remember what it feels like to live in fear of the dark."
Homelander rubbed his brow and brought his attention back to the matter at hand.
"Any word on Kaecilius?"
"Yes, sir." Skynet's screen switched to a satellite map of New York. "I identified his facial features from surveillance footage of his fight with Doctor Strange on Bleeker Street.
"Later, I found his base inside St. Mary's Church in London and recorded his biological signature.
"Since then, he has repeatedly used mystical means to conceal his movements or traveled through portals. My satellites have reacquired him each time.
"And while he was away from the church, I sent in miniature liquid-metal robots to install a concealed surveillance network inside his base."
Skynet asked, "Would you like me to mobilize V-Squad or send a superhero team to capture him?"
Homelander waved a hand.
"Leave him alone. Keep watching him, and report anything unusual to me immediately."
Capturing him now would end the game early.
Homelander was counting on Kaecilius to help him rack up some impressive results.
Inside St. Mary's Church in London.
Kaecilius sat cross-legged before the altar, gently massaging his abdomen.
Strange's kick had caught him completely off guard and nearly ruptured all his internal organs.
Only the dark energy Dormammu had bestowed on him had kept him from losing consciousness on the spot.
Afterward, he had gathered and swallowed several potions, then drawn on the Dark Dimension's energy to repair his body. Even so, it had taken most of half a day to recover.
"That damned doctor-sorcerer..." Kaecilius gritted his teeth.
Just then, two Zealots with the same dark circles around their eyes hurried over.
"How are things?" Kaecilius asked.
"Bad, Master." One of the Zealots lowered his head and answered respectfully.
"The