"About two months before the zombie crisis broke out, Charles came to see me. You know we had some differences, and before that, he hadn't come looking for me on his own in a long time."
Magneto's low voice echoed through the room, carrying an inescapably cold atmosphere.
"Charles looked terrible. He told me that the night before, while using Cerebro, he had connected it to the wrong power source. Cerebro overloaded and was now damaged."
"I thought he wanted me to repair Cerebro for him, but instead, he told me something with a deathly pale face."
"He had heard terrible news from the depths of the universe. A group of unimaginably powerful races had turned the universe into their laboratory, and a merciless, brutal, terrifying cosmic collision was about to begin."
"I felt exactly as you do now. I didn't believe it at all. I thought he had gone mad, was hallucinating, or had been bewitched by something."
"But that very night, Charles died in his office. His brain exploded from the inside out. Before he died, he left behind only one sentence: 'Save them, Marx...'"
Magneto took a deep breath, lowering his wrinkled brows with age. "I finally realized this was no joke. Charles must have seen or heard something that killed him, and I had to find out what it was."
"While investigating, I received a strange electromagnetic signal from somewhere in the universe. I didn't know where it came from, but it wasn't any conventional human method of communication. It was more like some kind of radio signal. I found it highly unusual, so I followed it."
"What did you find?" Stark asked.
"A robot," Magneto replied. Then he continued, "Someone left a robot in our universe. It carried the zombie virus that infected you."
"Then