It’s already here.

The lights in the warehouse flicker. Somewhere, a dog barks. And in a penthouse across the city, Homelander stands before a mirror, practicing his smile for tomorrow’s press conference.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He continues down the hall, leaving the smell of ozone and terror in his wake. Ashley Barrett, Vought’s CEO, scurries after him, tablet in hand, her soul already dead.