The conference room was dim, lit only by a small night-light.
Ryan did not notice the shock on Homelander's face. As soon as he landed, he ran over, his face full of excitement.
"Yes, Dad, I flew all the way here myself!"
As he spoke, afraid Homelander had not gotten a clear look, he closed his eyes and focused on controlling his body.
His body slowly floated up, remaining steady as he rose. Then he flew a circuit around the conference room, turning with ease.
Finally, he gently landed in front of Homelander, steady on his feet.
Homelander was silent for a long time, his earlier shock having turned into a smile.
The little guy he had still needed to carry while flying that morning could now soar through the sky under his own power.
And judging by how smoothly he flew, there was no telling he was a superhuman who had only just awakened his ability to fly.
Just how gifted was he?
Maeve stood with her arms folded, equally unable to hide the amazement in her eyes. She knew Ryan had been born with superpowers.
Now, it seemed the little guy had inherited all of Homelander's abilities.
But would Homelander feel threatened? After all, he had always been the sort who considered himself above everyone else.
She gave Homelander a thoughtful glance, and her gaze shifted slightly when she saw his expression.
What shone in those blue eyes was unmistakably pure pride.
"You really did it." Homelander's voice was soft, the curve of his lips growing more and more pronounced.
My son really does have the same powers as me!
The instant that thought crossed his mind, he felt warmth in his chest.
His love for Ryan had always been genuine. Once Ryan displayed traits identical to his