The rapidly rising temperature left The Deep parched, his suit already soaked with sweat.
"If I stay here any longer, I'm going to die from the heat." The Deep wiped the sweat from his face, panting hard.
The air was still growing slightly hotter, and The Deep's imagination began to run wild. He worried he might become the first superhero in history to die of heatstroke.
He hesitated, then, after making sure neither Soldier Boy nor Homelander was paying attention to him, scrambled away.
Only after running more than twenty meters did he feel the cool night breeze on his face again.
The Deep collapsed on the ground like a puddle of sludge.
Too much had happened that day. He kept feeling that neither Kailong's side nor Soldier Boy's side was any good, and that both wanted him dead.
"Strange. How did Kailong turn into that?" The Deep couldn't figure it out. He only felt that the succession of upheavals had already exceeded what his brain could process.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.
"I know! God must have taken issue with Kailong killing his cousin, so he punished him!"
The Deep muttered to himself, actually moved to tears for a moment by this imaginary God.
If only God would punish Homelander and Soldier Boy too, The Deep thought, glancing toward the distant battlefield.
Homelander was still stubbornly firing his Heat Rays, seemingly without the slightest fatigue.
The ground over there had already buckled under the strain. Concrete paving blocks across the entire area burst apart one after another, then quickly melted into liquid under the intense heat.
Half the night sky over Red Earth had already been stained blood-red by the Heat Rays, lending it an eerie tinge.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes,