As the tower collapsed, Andrew cast a spell, transporting most of Vought International's people to the Wasteland World. He left only a few heinous criminals behind to be crushed to death, then harvested their souls.
Of course, before being transported, all of them had signed soul pacts with Andrew. He nodded in satisfaction. A nice little appetizer.
In the Wasteland World, Queen Maeve looked at the thousand-odd people who had been teleported over, somewhat surprised. They were all her former colleagues from Vought International.
"Did Vought International go bankrupt? Or did Boss conquer it?"
Queen Maeve was astonished, but mostly delighted. Anyone who could get into Vought was an elite professional, perfect for developing the Wasteland World.
"Queen Maeve?"
At that moment, quite a few people recognized Queen Maeve and were stunned. Despite her work clothes, she was unmistakably Queen Maeve.
"Are we dead? Why else would we be seeing Queen Maeve?"
A female office worker muttered, "Uh, isn't Heaven supposed to be wonderful? Why is Queen Maeve wearing work clothes and looking like a construction worker?"
"Because this isn't Heaven. This is Hell. Colleagues from Vought International, welcome to Hell."
Queen Maeve smiled. Everyone was dumbfounded, and some even burst into tears. So they really were dead—and they had gone to Hell.
They actually started crying? I was only joking.
Queen Maeve silently grumbled. She had forgotten how fragile office workers could be. Now there was no telling how long it would take to calm them down.
At Vought Tower—no, the Vought Ruins—the Seven led by Homelander, Soldier Boy's squad, and the two elite squads Edgar had brought all surrounded the Defensive Shield protecting Jeff and the others.
As for ordinary people like Madelyn, the superheroes had already carried them somewhere else. What came next was a battle