He turned and waved to Ancient One and Wanda, who stood outside the magic circle, as a final farewell.
Then he tightened his grip on America's hand, stepped forward, and entered the star-shaped portal.
The next moment.
Homelander and America were standing on a bustling street.
The passing pedestrians hurried by, and no one even gave the two people who had appeared out of thin air a second glance, as if they were merely ordinary New York City residents.
"Did we come to the right place?" America looked around, seeming a little lost.
But the next second, her face instantly turned deathly pale.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Homelander looked at her in confusion.
"N-No... something's wrong..." America's voice trembled. "This world... is rejecting me. It feels awful. I've been to countless universes in the multiverse before, but I've never encountered anything like this."
As she spoke, she raised both hands in horror.
Homelander's gaze sharpened.
America's fingertips were faintly flickering.
The skin there gradually became transparent, and he could vaguely see through her fingers.
That translucency was slowly spreading toward her palms.
"I have a very strong feeling." America raised her head and looked anxiously at Homelander. "I have to leave this universe before my body becomes completely transparent. Otherwise... I'll disappear!!"
She grabbed Homelander's arm and urged him, "We have to find that Charles you mentioned as quickly as possible. But there are people everywhere. Where do we even begin?"
Homelander frowned deeply at the sight.
He still needed America to return to his own universe. If she disappeared, he would be trapped here forever.
Though to him, it would merely mean starting over.
But he had invested far too much effort into that universe; there were sunk costs involved. Unless he had no other choice, he was