It's over. That was Schiller's only thought. These mutants were the real experts when it came to family drama. Or rather, every mutant comic was about family drama. No exceptions.
What had to be mentioned was that other comics all revolved around superhero teams fighting evil forces, while only the mutant series took the relationship between Professor X and Magneto as its main plotline.
All the comics could be summed up like this: either both of them were evil, started a mutant dynasty, and faced the challengers who rose against them; or both of them were good, and joined forces against some crisis; or, failing that, one was righteous and the other evil, and they fought until heaven and earth went dark. Even if their relationship was a little distant, they absolutely weren't strangers. They were in a cold war.
When Charles and Erik were alone, they were both ruthless men of few words. But the moment the two of them got together, just read those lines—flip forward a dozen pages with your eyes closed, and they would still be hashing out that tiny pile of ancient history between them.
Seeing that this universe's Magneto's eyes were starting to go a little unfocused too, Schiller quickly stepped in first and blocked Charles, then said, "Where are the Batmen?"
"They did indeed come here," the elderly Professor X said. "They asked me to intervene and reverse the situation in the Dreamscape. I could not do it. To completely drive out the Power of Death, we must awaken that powerful existence. But I cannot move him at all."
Charles understood. He turned to Schiller and said, "It seems our thoughts are the same. If we want to save the Dreamscape, we have to rely on the Dream God's power."
"You can't wake