As Lucian and A-Train charged back onto the battlefield, another scarlet beam of Heat Vision swept across the distance.
Boom!
Half a mountaintop was sliced through the middle.
Molten rock flowed down the cut, and the surrounding ground had already been plowed into a crisscross of trenches by Heat Vision.
Lucian stopped abruptly, watching the gold and red beams constantly crossing in the distance.
Homelander and Butcher had already fought their way several kilometers away.
He did not rush after them. His gaze settled nearby.
Stormfront lay beside shattered rocks, her uniform in tatters, her nose caved in, and her mouth full of blood. Her chest still rose and fell, but she would not be getting up anytime soon.
"Looks like I'm not too late."
Lucian walked over.
Hearing his voice, Stormfront twitched her bloodstained fingers. She struggled to open her eyes, and when she recognized Lucian's face, the venom in her eyes nearly spilled out.
"You..."
"Don't talk."
Lucian crouched beside her and pressed his right hand against the top of her head.
Mind Control activated.
Vast psychic power surged through the contact with her skin, pressing straight into Stormfront's brain.
"Stop resisting. Obey all my commands."
The instant the command landed, Stormfront's body went rigid.
Her eyes rapidly lost focus.
Did it work?
Lucian was just about to implant more commands when an abnormally powerful resistance surged from the depths of her consciousness.
Blood.
Flags.
Countless fanatical shouts.
A laboratory from a century ago, Dr. Vought, the Third Reich, and that insane theory she had carved into her bones all crowded into the mental world Lucian perceived.
"You cannot control me!"
Stormfront's teeth were covered in blood. Her body could not move, yet her consciousness was still struggling desperately.
"I am the heir to the old world and