...well that's a way to successfully distract Eidolon. The other capes keep their distance, and Eidolon takes a couple of seconds to notice his power clicked. As soon as he does, though, he says, "Got it," and points.

The pointed at spot is ruthlessly and efficiently obliterated, because Morgan really thinks the Blasphemies are not going to want to stand down just because they know where they are.

Now are they done?

No new portals appear. All flesh golems seem to flop down on the ground, inanimate. The field is completely silent.

It would appear they are.

Morgan lingers for a moment, watchful, waiting for an attempt at an ambush. Just in case.

No ambush comes.

She relaxes and smiles.

"You okay?" she confirms, before anything else.

"Yes." There's a hole in his costume where he was impaled but he seems uninjured through it.

"Good. They look like they have wounded, I'm going to drop them off somewhere that can be fixed. After I get back, want to celebrate our grand victory with ice cream? I think I saw a Dairy Queen shaped blur somewhere."

"—thank you for the offer, but I think I'll pass."

"All right. Want me to drop you off in Houston, then?"

"That would be good, yes. ...we'll have some explaining to do."

"We definitely will. Ready to go face the easy part?" She glances over at the capes that had been fighting the Blasphemies.

"The easy part?"

They seem to be... rather certain this is an ambush of some kind.

"I'm immortal! People potentially trying to kill me is barely even a problem, really. On the scale of problems in the world."

"So it seems. Do lead the way."

Nod.

And the world moves again, and then she and Eidolon are a comfortable distance from the capes. Near enough so that they can talk to them, not so close as to be in the middle of them and potentially incite them to freak out. (And giving them enough space so she and Eidolon could have time to react if the capes are tempted to try something.)

"Hey, any wounded?" calls Morgan.

Several. They don't ask for Eidolon's help, though, they know he can't get healing powers often.

Morgan can't fix their injuries personally, but she can drop them off at their associated organizations' medical wings. She checks with everyone to be sure they're ready to go and won't be leaving anything important behind, and then everyone is casually picked up and taken to the closest of the available destinations. The people that want to go there are dropped off, and everyone else is taken to the next location. Like she's the world's most efficient carpool.

(Which, to be fair, she kind of is.)

Then she drops off the last of the capes, and it's back over the Atlantic and to Houston.

"I'll have a lot of paperwork to fill out. But—thank you."

"Anytime!" Pause. "Literally, not figuratively. Killing terrible nasties and saving the world is my absolute pleasure."

"If you figure out how to kill Sleeper or the Endbringers I would love to help."

"Absolutely, I wouldn't want to try to kill them without you," she says, with complete sincerity. "Though, uh, let's hold off on Sleeper for a while, I trust my immortality but I don't want to lean on it that much."

Nod.

"But you and I definitely have a date with the next Endbringer. In space, if you can get a power for protection against vacuum and radiation. In Antarctica or over the Pacific or something if you can't."

"I can."

"Space it is!"