"Is that so..."
Hearing Homelander's sneer, Queen Maeve said nothing more.
She kept feeling that something was off.
Why would Flash run all the way from New York?
He wasn't A-Train!
Aboard the out-of-control plane.
Someone was about to be swept out of the cabin by the violent high-altitude airflow, but the instant he flew out, an invisible wall of air stopped him.
The pressure imbalance was blocked off at the same time. A tall figure appeared out of thin air inside the cabin and helped the shaken man up.
"Are you all right?"
"Th-thank you."
The panicking passengers also saw Josen appear out of nowhere, and some realized that this newcomer was another superhuman.
"Are you here to save us... or to kill us?!"
Someone demanded in despair.
Josen lowered the brim of his cap, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"What Homelander can't do, I'll do."
"Those Homelander can't save, I'll save."
Seeing the bewilderment and doubt in their eyes, azure Psychic Power spread outward from beneath Josen's feet.
In the blink of an eye, the cockpit glass damaged by the hijackers was secured by the expanding Force Field. The breach disappeared, and the pressure inside the cabin stabilized completely.
Although they could still feel the plane losing altitude, it was clearly no longer in that abnormally turbulent, stalling dive.
"All right, everyone. This flight will be landing on America's East Coast in a few minutes."
"Now, let's talk about what happened earlier."
"Did anyone just capture Homelander's magnificent heroics on their phone?"
Having just experienced such dramatic ups and downs, the passengers exchanged looks as they realized once again that they might be saved.
Then a hand went up.
"I got it!"
With the first person taking the lead, more hands followed.
"I recorded it