Homelander finally realized what was going on.
Dreamwalking.
Wanda's quest to find her family? That name immediately popped into Homelander's mind.
The source of that spell seemed to be... the Darkhold?
Fuck! Homelander cursed inwardly.
Where had that kid Strange gotten the Darkhold?
What were the consequences of using the Darkhold again?
It seemed to corrupt the user's mind and turn them into a Jinchūriki? What else was there?
Homelander shook his head, unable to remember the specifics.
Forget it! Homelander sneered inwardly.
Who cared about some dark god or evil god?
I was about to gather all six Infinity Stones.
With all six Stones in hand, who could withstand a single snap from me?
"What's wrong, sir?" Strange noticed Homelander's odd expression and asked.
Rather than explaining, Homelander asked, "Strange, do you remember what I told you before?"
Strange paused. "You mean?"
"Sometimes, to save others, you have to dirty your hands." Homelander smiled and continued.
"We're superheroes. Every day, we do things that others don't dare to do."
"But rules are dead, while people are alive. If some so-called rule stops you from saving my Wanda, then that rule is bullshit!"
Homelander released his hand, his eyes full of encouragement and trust.
"As long as your outcome is right, I'll cover all the criticism and trouble that follows! Go for it, Strange. Don't let those outdated doctrines restrain your greatness."
Strange was deeply moved by those words.
He had been carrying immense psychological pressure.
But now, Homelander's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the shackles in his heart.
That's right! Even the God of Humanity, who had saved the world countless times, believed this. Why should he remain bound by those rigid rules?
"I understand, Teacher Homelander!" Light returned to Strange's eyes as he nodded firmly.