The drug's savage power, like a raging flood or a ferocious beast, finally became too much for Homelander to bear.
With a thud, he fell to his knees.
Unable to suppress the energy rampaging through his body, he felt it turn into two points of crimson that filled his eyes.
Remembering that Soldier Boy was still in front of him, Homelander used his last shred of reason to lift his head toward the sky with difficulty.
The next moment, two red beams shot skyward!
Accompanied by a piercing, low-frequency roar, the out-of-control Heat Vision cut through the clouds, tearing the heavens apart with temperatures hot enough to melt steel, like divine punishment sweeping across the world.
Soldier Boy narrowed his eyes slightly. The heat radiating from the Heat Vision was so intense that even the air grew scorching.
He extended his hand slightly forward. Moving it a mere ten centimeters produced an unmistakable difference in temperature-by his rough estimate, an increase of at least a dozen degrees.
Somewhat alarmed, he stared straight at the two beams of Heat Vision, an unprecedented sense of danger rising within him.
Original Compound V had indeed enhanced Homelander to the utmost. Compared to before, these two beams of Heat Vision were thicker and more concentrated, as though they had become solid.
Unable to withstand the pressure, Soldier Boy backed away on his instinct to seek safety and avoid danger. He felt inexplicably certain that if those things hit him, even he probably would not last long.
On the streets of Manhattan, New York.
Ashley stood at the podium, passionately describing the Sword of Damocles Project.
The open-air square teemed with people, the crowd listening to this plan that could change the future and discussing it among themselves.
"Vought will always be the people's