"Immortality does not mean you cannot die."
"Going against Homelander is a dead end."
"No one in this world can defeat Homelander. Not an alien fleet, not a Celestial. And you expect some secretive cultist of an evil god to stand against him?"
The old man in red robes pulled his shriveled lips into a bleak smile.
"Have you thought about dying once, gentlemen?"
Everyone fell silent again.
Homelander was an inescapable nightmare.
Those eyes that fired red lasers were swords hanging over the heads of every opponent.
Resist him? The mere thought sent chills down their spines.
Not a word was spoken in the council chamber.
The agonizing silence lasted more than ten minutes.
"Click."
The oak doors of the council chamber were pushed open again.
One of the blue-robed councilor's trusted aides hurried in.
"Get out! Who allowed you to come in?" The blue-robed councilor was already irritated and immediately began berating him.
Ignoring the blue-robed councilor's fury, the aide spoke directly.
"Honored councilors, an emergency has arisen. Please watch the television immediately."
As he spoke, he pressed the remote in his hand, activating the holographic projection at the center of the council chamber.
A live news broadcast was playing on the screen.
A reporter was giving an excited report directly to the camera.
"Viewers! Vought has once again achieved a major victory in its fight against global crime! The headquarters of the terrorist organization known as The Hand, which has plagued the world for years, was completely destroyed by Vought's heroes today!"
A headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen: [Vought Strikes Hard, Ancient Evil Organization The Hand Wiped Out!]
The footage changed.
Homelander turned toward the camera with his trademark warm smile.
"Citizens, this cancer that has created countless terrorist incidents around the world has