Homelander on a Rampage

Above New York, four in the morning.

Homelander hovered in midair, looking down at the city. His Super Hearing fed every sound into his ears—the vibration of phones, people's curses, the crash of things being smashed.

Millions of people were cursing him, hating him, wanting him dead.

Thirty years.

He had spent thirty full years acting out the script Vought Corporation had written for him.

Now the script had been torn to shreds, the applause had vanished, and nothing remained but endless hatred.

Homelander spun around, his gaze locking onto Vought Tower ten kilometers away. Atop the seventy-story building, the enormous emblem of the Seven still glowed in the darkness.

Once, it had been his pride.

Now, it was nothing but a cage.

He plunged downward, a sonic boom exploding behind him.

Three seconds later, he reached the rooftop, scorching red light pouring from his eyes.

His Heat Vision blasted the Seven's emblem. The metal melted instantly, and the entire emblem twisted and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

A shrill alarm rang through the night sky.

Homelander landed at the edge of the rooftop and fired his Heat Vision again. This time, the red beams swept across the building's top floor like the Grim Reaper's scythe, effortlessly slicing through steel reinforcement, glass, and one heavy support column after another.

The entire building began to shake violently.

The ninety-eighth floor, the ninety-seventh, the ninety-sixth... The glass curtain wall shattered in a cascading torrent, steel reinforcement snapped, and chunks of concrete crumbled.

Homelander flew five hundred meters away and hovered silently in midair.

The upper half of Vought Tower began to tilt slowly. A dozen seconds later, the entire top section broke free and crashed into a neighboring office building, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Pedestrians screamed and scattered through the