Queen Maeve narrowed her eyes, trying to see more clearly, but the gap in strength before her formed an insurmountable gulf.
The smoke and dust were far too thick. The faint, lingering energy ripples also stirred her hair, blocking her view.
She sighed helplessly and could only ask, "Homelander, how are the two of them?"
"No... no..." Homelander's lips trembled, and he shook his head as if in a stupor.
His mind went blank, unable to think for the moment, as though he had witnessed Soldier Boy's death.
"Homelander, you... ah!" Queen Maeve nudged him. The next instant, the hand around her waist suddenly let go.
Queen Maeve screamed, flailing as she fell toward the ground.
They were five hundred fucking meters in the air!
The weightlessness left her dizzy, and a trace of terror filled her eyes as she watched the ground draw closer.
Even she had never experienced such a terrifying fall.
Bang!
Queen Maeve slammed hard into the ground, feeling all her internal organs shudder, but that was the extent of it.
She was fine.
"Shit, Homelander, you're a fucking asshole!"
After discovering she was unhurt, Queen Maeve bit her lip, still furious, and ran toward the island.
He had been holding a female Supe who couldn't fly, yet he had actually let go in midair like an unreliable idiot.
Homelander's recent string of changes had come as a great, pleasant surprise to Queen Maeve. Vought's increasingly positive atmosphere had also rekindled her long-dormant desire to be a hero.
So when Homelander repeatedly made overtures and asked to get back together, Queen Maeve hadn't rejected him outright as she had before.
But Homelander's reaction just now showed a complete disregard for her.
If it had been Ryan, would Homelander have let him fall from that height?
Obviously