Solomon's lips curved faintly as his calm gaze swept over the three people before him.
Azazel, standing to the side, had an unusual appearance that defied conventional aesthetics, making it difficult to judge him by ordinary standards of beauty or ugliness. White Queen and Riptide, however, both possessed exceptional looks and bearing, rare even among ten thousand people.
White Queen had a cool, ethereal air and peerless beauty, her diamond form adding a touch of sanctity and icy sharpness.
Riptide was a fair-skinned, handsome man with finely sculpted features, an upright figure, and outstanding bearing. Both of them were top-tier in looks and superpowers alike.
It was precisely because of their outstanding looks and powerful talents that Solomon had made a point of saving them from certain doom.
No matter which world one lived in, looks always mattered.
Within Vought's superhero system, outstanding looks had always been an excellent advantage.
Superheroes who possessed both beauty and strength always won more public affection and adulation. Their overwhelming appeal greatly benefited Vought's brand image and public reputation.
As for how he had saved them, it was actually very simple.
Throughout the livestream, the camera that drifted unpredictably, found ingenious angles, and captured every detail of the battlefield without missing a single spectacular moment had never been unmanned.
It had been Solomon's invisible clone, concealed in space throughout the battle, filming at close range and silently recording every moment of this battle of the century.
When White Queen was caught between two torrents of plasma and stood on the brink of annihilation, Solomon's clone had been standing nearby.
The instant before she died, the clone had activated teleportation, silently taking her away from the lethal trap and avoiding the otherwise fatal blast.
Pietro and Riptide had been saved the same way.
Darwin alone