Blizzard Entertainment's headquarters had long since become a field of ruins.
The Queen of Blades sat atop the rubble, stretching out her hand as she stared at the figurine in her palm—a statue of the Queen of Blades. Now, it was all that remained.
"How boring."
With a cold snort, the Queen of Blades tossed the figurine aside and raised her head toward the sky. The sky here was almost no different from the one in her memories. To be honest, when she had first learned that this world had caused her tragic fate, the Queen of Blades had been filled with fury. She had wanted nothing more than to disembowel the creator of it all and make him feel her pain and rage.
But reality left the Queen of Blades unexpectedly disappointed.
There was no powerful force in this world. Her Swarm had encountered almost no worthwhile resistance, and the humans here were far weaker than those in her own world.
In the Queen of Blades' eyes, the humans of this world were no different from insects.
And yet, they had created worlds of immense power and casually toyed with her in the palms of their hands?
"Hmph...!"
Thinking of this, the Queen of Blades suddenly sneered. Perhaps she was mocking fate, or perhaps she was mocking herself for having been manipulated by such feeble humans.
What should she do next?
The Queen of Blades had also tried asking her creators to give her greater power, or to turn her back into a human. Yet for some reason, none of it had worked. This disappointed the Queen of Blades greatly. Could their ability to create worlds only work in her original world and have no effect whatsoever here?
But now, she could no longer return to her original world.