Cold sweat slid across the lenses of the sunglasses like a helpless little boat drifting and bobbing on a black ocean. When the beads of sweat fell, the damp traces left on the forehead looked like swaying mugwort, pale and helpless.
Dario saw the Mysterious Person raise one hand and remove his hood, revealing the face of a young Professor X.
A black hole swallowed all light, and naturally had no color. But if human eyes could one day distinguish colors beyond light, then Charles's eyes might make people think that the universe's most mysterious and powerful celestial body was blue.
Schiller had not actually moved, nor had he removed his hood. Everything the two men saw now was because Charles had directly altered their brainwaves. Put simply, it was an illusion.
Schiller did not remember Charles having such abilities before. After acquiring a cosmic-level Cerebro, he had indeed evolved again.
And Schiller did not know whether it was merely his imagination, but Charles, whose appearance had grown younger, seemed to have become much younger at heart as well.
For most people, that should have been a compliment, because a youthful mindset represented breaking free from rigid ideas, flexible and adaptable thinking, and the courage to experiment and innovate.
But the young Charles Xavier could not exactly be called gentle and magnanimous. At best, he had only just begun to resemble a human being.
Among the many analyses of Professor X's character, one view had once become mainstream: when Professor X used his psychic abilities, he was not merely influencing others—he was also being influenced.
The views of his that made him seem somewhat saintly were not entirely his own. He had simply been too deeply influenced by ordinary humans, which was why he had been unwilling to use his