The pressure of that domineering aura felt like a mountain crushing down upon a fragile egg.
Breathing became difficult.
In that instant, everyone present felt the overwhelming majesty and authority of the Captain.
The once-deafening plaza fell into absolute silence, as if time itself had frozen.
All eyes were fixed on the two figures standing atop the platform—waiting, tense and expectant, for the final answer.
This debate was no longer a simple clash of opinions.
It was a confrontation between orderly justice and absolute justice.
More than that, it was a decision that would shape how heroes acted in the future.
At this moment, fate itself seemed to rest in the hands of these two men.
Sebastian stepped forward first.
"At this special moment," he said calmly, his voice carrying across the square,
"I am deeply honored to welcome every lady and gentleman present today. Thank you all for coming, and for witnessing this moment together with us."
"Your presence reminds us that there are still countless people in this world who cherish kindness… and yearn for justice."
He paused, letting the words settle.
After finishing his opening remarks, Sebastian took a slow breath.
Then—
The true speech began.
Without hesitation, Homelander stepped forward.
His gaze was steady. His posture firm.
"I know what everyone here wants to hear," he said.
"Who is right—me, or the Captain?"
"But before that… I owe you all an apology."
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
"This matter," Homelander continued, his voice low and powerful,
"was never meant to go this far. In truth, it began as nothing more than a private discussion between the Captain and myself."
"I never imagined that an idle conversation would spiral into chaos on this scale."
"For that… I am deeply sorry."
The plaza stirred.
People whispered to one another, stunned.
An apology—from Homelander?
No one had expected this.
Sebastian stepped forward beside him.
"Yes. We both owe you an apology," he said.
"Our debate consumed enormous social resources and stirred unprecedented waves."
"But now that people have been hurt… this is no longer a private matter."
"This is no longer just about us."
"It concerns the entire nation—no, the entire world."
"Humanity and superheroes alike."
"Which is why," Sebastian said firmly,
"we cannot stand aside any longer."
"We must take responsibility."
"We must end this conflict—before it spirals into something irreversible."
With that, Sebastian and Homelander stood side by side.
Together, they bowed deeply to the crowd.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Gasps. Sobs.
Some fans burst into tears on the spot—others were so overwhelmed they fainted outright.
In that moment, there was only one thought in their minds:
How lucky we are… to believe in these heroes.
Sebastian straightened, stepped back to the microphone, and spoke again—his voice calm, resolute.
"Everyone, listen carefully."
"The gravity of this situation exceeds what any of us imagined."
"Our actions—no matter how well-intentioned—must never lead to internal division."
"Justice pursued through bloodshed is no justice at all."
"I and Homelander are brothers."
"And that means our supporters should never be enemies."
"They should be allies."
"The real enemies," Sebastian said, his tone sharpening,
"are those vicious criminals who prey upon the innocent."
"Everyone standing here is righteous."
"Not a single one of you is our foe."
Homelander raised his fist high, his expression solemn yet fervent.
"Whether in public or in private," he said loudly,
"we are comrades—people who can entrust each other with their lives!"
Shame spread through the crowd.
Many who had just been shouting insults lowered their heads, regret etched across their faces.
Sebastian stepped forward once more.
"After long and serious discussions with Homelander," he announced,
"and after extensive consultation with Congress…"
He paused.
"Endless arguments will never lead us to truth."
"Only practice reveals reality."
"So we have reached a decision."
"We will establish a Superhero Council."
The words landed like thunder.
"This council will consist of sixteen seats," Sebastian continued.
"Seven will be held by superheroes."
"Seven by ordinary citizens."
"And two by executive chairs—a Speaker and a Deputy Speaker."
"These representatives will serve as a permanent bridge between superheroes and civilians."
"They will accept proposals from anyone—hero or ordinary person alike."
"Through debate, deliberation, and verification, they will determine which principles of justice should be enacted."
"All superhero affairs," Sebastian declared,
"will fall under the authority of this council."
Homelander stepped forward, his voice cold and absolute.
"Once a resolution is passed," he said,
"every superhero will obey it—without exception."
"Anyone who defies the council—"
"Will answer to me."
"And to the Captain."
The threat was unmistakable.
Sebastian raised his hand slightly.
"Of course," he added,
"no law is eternal."
"If a resolution proves flawed, it can be challenged, revised, or overturned."
"Practice is the greatest teacher."
"The times change."
"And justice must evolve with them."
"We will not bind the world forever to my ideas—or Homelander's."
"We will choose the justice that best fits the era."
(T/N: Spoken like a true politician, it brings a tear to my eye.)
For a heartbeat—
The world stood still.
Then—
"WOOOOOOO—!!!"
The square exploded.
Cheers roared like a tidal wave, sweeping across the city.
Those watching from home screamed just as loudly.
Tears streamed freely.
People felt something they hadn't felt in a long time.
Hope.
Power.
A future worth believing in.
And in that moment—
A new era for superheroes was born.
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