"N-now?" Jessica suddenly grew shy. "Skye's still here..."
Skye's expression turned wary at once.
"What important thing? Do I need to leave?" Skye looked at Homelander with pleading eyes. "Can't I stay?"
Homelander rolled his eyes and told Jessica, "Coordinate with Ashley. Tell her to point every media helicopter and satellite camera at Victoria Harbour."
Skye looked puzzled. "Broadcast what?"
Homelander smiled faintly. "Broadcast Homelander mending the sky."
A few hours later, every screen around the world switched to the same image.
Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour.
Dormammu's enormous black crystal head, as large as an island, still stood motionless above the water—a testament to Homelander's great deed.
Higher in the sky, a jagged dimensional rift stretched between the clouds.
Dark energy churned along its edges like a wound that refused to heal.
Dozens of Vought drones circled overhead, their cameras trained on the rift.
People held their breath and watched their screens.
The Stars and Stripes Cape fluttered above Victoria Harbour.
Homelander hovered before the dimensional rift and slowly raised both hands.
A special-effects gem bathed him in a warm, sacred golden glow.
With Dogo's help, the churning dark energy was forcibly erased, and the shattered barrier of space was stitched back together.
Sunlight—sunlight they had not seen in so long—pierced the layers of gloom and fell once more upon the waters of Victoria Harbour.
The sky was a spotless blue, as though the world-ending disaster had never happened.
After a brief silence, people rushed out to celebrate. Deafening cheers filled every street and alley.
Bathed in sunlight, Homelander quietly listened to the stream of system notifications.
Once again, he had etched the myth of himself as the "savior" deep into the soul of humanity.
Yet amid humanity's celebration, some corners remained shrouded in shadow.
The United States,