"No problem, teacher," Strange said with difficulty. "I was just... adjusting the flow of magic. I'll start now."
Homelander watched Strange's reaction, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
Did he actually have a way to do it?
Or was he planning to pull something right in front of me?
Homelander had seen through Strange's lie long ago.
He had arrived without a sound and watched Strange's clumsy performance for one reason alone.
He was waiting for Strange to break down and kneel to admit his mistake.
Homelander enjoyed crushing people from the inside out.
Once Strange admitted the Darkhold had corrupted him and acknowledged his selfishness and malice,
Homelander would have every reason to hold the future most powerful Sorcerer Supreme in the Marvel Universe under his thumb.
He could also play the noble savior again and rake in a hefty sum of Special Popularity Points.
But Strange did not fall to his knees and beg for mercy as Homelander had expected.
Homelander watched Strange's reaction, surprise flickering in his eyes. Did he actually have a way to do it? Or was he planning to pull something right in front of me?
Intrigued, he took half a step back, folded his arms, and waited to see what would happen.
"Good. Then I'll leave Wanda to you... Doctor Strange."
Strange slowly turned back toward the magic circle and America.
Drawing on his knowledge of the forbidden dark magic in the Darkhold and the uncontrolled power to travel the Multiverse within America, he tried to force the two together into a new spell capable of drawing in a soul.
It was a mad and deadly attempt.
In magic, forcibly combining spells was among the most dangerous taboos.
The slightest mistake could set the energies violently against each other, triggering an explosion