"Madelyn is still waiting for you to save her."
Seeing Homelander so dejected, Ashley had no choice but to play her trump card, Madelyn, and said this to him.
She knew that Madelyn held a special place in Homelander's heart. Perhaps only the mention of her could rekindle his fighting spirit.
Sure enough, the instant the name "Madelyn" left Ashley's lips, a faint yet precious glimmer flashed through Homelander's dim and lusterless eyes. His bloodless, ash-gray face gradually regained a trace of vitality, like parched earth receiving long-awaited rain.
He raised his head slightly, as though he had caught a ray of hope in the darkness.
Yet before that ray of hope could fully brighten, Homelander's gaze swiftly dimmed again, and the trace of life that had just returned vanished in an instant.
The towering, imposing figure of Sebastian Shaw surfaced uncontrollably in his mind, along with those merciless fists of steel and terrifying strength.
Whenever he recalled that crushing defeat at the hands of Black King Sebastian Shaw, Homelander felt as if he had been thrown back into that nightmare. His body began to tremble involuntarily.
Every heavy blow Sebastian Shaw had dealt him was like a hammer, striking not only his body but the depths of his heart, shattering the pride and confidence he had once held beyond measure.
After that battle, Black King had beaten every last trace of courage out of Homelander. Now, nothing remained in his heart but endless fear and self-doubt.
After learning of Homelander's condition, Edgar furrowed his brows, his face filled with worry and helplessness.
As one of Vought Company's top executives, he knew perfectly well that Homelander's psychological problems had reached an extreme level. Such deep-rooted trauma could never be resolved in a short time.
He sighed inwardly. Wasn't Vought Company's