Genosha was now so desolate it scarcely resembled a country. Daisy clicked her tongue in amazement. There was not even a single building here; it was almost completely indistinguishable from wasteland. It was far too abnormal.
Magneto had built two railways when he ruled the country. Whether the old man had built them all by himself was unclear, but they had at least served as a window for communication with the outside world.
Now, everything was gone. This land, once forcibly seized by the Brotherhood of Mutants from the Madagascar government, had become completely blank.
Only magic could have caused such a situation.
She looked around and spotted the only man-made structures on this land.
They were three black spires, each over twenty meters tall, arranged in a triangular formation.
The Black Queen stood in the center with her eyes closed, resting. Black vortices swirled around her, carrying the faint cries of countless wailing souls.
A golden sarcophagus lay before her. Its lid bore prominent symbols of Egyptian deities. Daisy gave it a glance. Its aura was somewhat similar to Hel within the Asgardian system. This, too, belonged to a god of death.
Judging by its design and inscriptions, it should have been Osiris's sarcophagus. As for whether it was genuine or an imitation, she could not tell.
Daisy's arrival caused the Black Queen to open her eyes.
Although she had never discussed this topic with Namor, the instant Daisy saw the Black Queen, she had the same thought Namor probably would have had: This woman is really short.
Calling her one-sixty was already flattering. Without those ridiculously high heels, her remaining height was truly pitiful.
Saying the Black Queen only reached Daisy's navel would definitely have been nonsense. She was not that short. In her normal state, Daisy was