As the smoke and dust dispersed, Apocalypse stood atop the altar completely unscathed, a massive protective barrier having shielded him from the terrifying explosion.
Apocalypse slowly withdrew the barrier, and his pupils turned white once more.
Before long, he seemed to sense something and turned to look toward the distant sky.
The three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents piloting Quinjets immediately felt a chill down their spines, but before they could react, purple portals opened in front of their aircraft.
Yellow sand flew out of the portals, slipped through the gaps in the aircrafts' surfaces, and rapidly destroyed their internal structures.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three Quinjets exploded one after another, falling from the sky like fireballs.
Apocalypse withdrew his gaze, turned, and stepped through a portal. His figure vanished with it.
"Perception, portals, sand control." Yuriko spoke expressionlessly. "He can teleport over an immense distance. He may be able to go anywhere in the world."
Stryker nodded with a cold smile. "All that time I spent releasing him wasn't wasted."
"Sir, what do we do next? If we're going to fight..."
"Fight?" Stryker interrupted disdainfully. "Fighting a Mutant like that is suicide.
Send someone to notify Charles. No, there's no need. S.H.I.E.L.D. will notify him.
Let the ancestor of Mutants from thousands of years ago tear into the strongest Mutant of thousands of years later! The bigger the commotion, the better.
As for us... the Mutant Registration Act has already been drafted. Find a way to refine it further. It'll be useful very soon."
"Motherfucker!" Nick Fury slammed his hand on the desk in anger, then looked at Coulson beside him. "Coulson, notify Hill. Have her take those three Stone Tablets to Mutant Academy first.
You go too. Tell Charles everything we know and have him prepare himself.
If Apocalypse acquires his