America recognized Strange too.
The man before her had short hair and wore traditional sorcerer's robes, unlike the ponytailed sorcerer who had saved her in another universe. But his face, his expression—they were exactly the same.
"It's you!" America blurted out in surprise. "You saved me earlier? You're not dead?"
Strange turned to America, a wry smile appearing on his face.
"The one who died was another me," Strange explained. "He was my variant from another universe. I used a spell to inhabit his body..."
"I'm glad you're all right. You're completely safe here. The man beside you is my teacher and the greatest superhero in this world: Homelander."
"As long as he's here, no evil force can hurt you."
At that, America turned and looked at Homelander with admiration.
Not only had this man saved her life, but even a powerful sorcerer who could cast spells across universes called him his teacher.
Just how powerful was he?
The corners of Homelander's mouth rose despite himself. He enjoyed being looked up to.
"Let's not make a fuss," he said modestly, waving a hand.
"With great power comes great responsibility. I only did what I should."
He made it sound like nothing, but the women present liked him even more for it.
Strange breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It seemed he had gotten through this part for now.
Then he let out a heavy sigh, his face filling with worry.
"But..." Strange hesitated. "Wanda is still suffering out there in the Multiverse. Every second we delay puts her in greater danger..."
America immediately looked at Homelander with concern.
"That person—your friend—is she very important to you?" America asked carefully.
Homelander's smile faded, and his expression grew grave.
"Yes," Homelander said slowly. "She's a very dear friend. We once fought side