Polaris and Scott burst into the room, still poised for battle, but the tense standoff they had imagined did not appear. Schiller held a teacup while Magneto held the tea leaves. White steam rose, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.
Polaris sniffed first, then turned her gaze toward the teacup. Schiller looked the two of them over and asked, "Why are you so agitated? Did something happen?"
But by then, Magneto's expression had already darkened. He stared at Polaris with an aggressive gaze. As his overwhelming presence descended, the magnetic fields in the room seemed to speak of his fury.
Polaris gritted her teeth and strained to maintain the magnetic field around herself and Scott, preventing it from being disrupted by the turbulence surrounding Magneto.
But the gap between her power and Magneto's was simply too vast. The magnetic field around her was like a small boat amid raging winds and waves, barely holding on. In less than ten seconds, Polaris's face had turned pale.
But before Polaris could speak, Schiller covered his chest and coughed twice. His brows drew tightly together as he said in confusion, "What's going on? Why do I feel like I can't catch my breath?"
"Scott, go open the window. Maybe the room is a little stuffy..." Schiller turned to Scott, who opened his eyes slightly, not understanding what Schiller meant.
He knew Schiller's capabilities well enough. Besides, Magneto and his daughter had not truly fought. They had merely clashed within magnetic fields that ordinary people could not perceive. Such fluctuations had little effect on normal people and should not have been able to affect Schiller.
"Sorry, as you know, my mental state hasn't been very good lately. The doctor told me I shouldn't stay in overly oppressive environments. Go open the window,