Mutants were a race with a certain degree of social structure.
"Leader" wasn't a title you could just call anyone.
When they had first broken through the ice in Alaska, Shack and the other four had called him "Master." They had been the Leader's personal guards, after all, which was why they had been sealed away by the Eternals alongside Yuri, who had yet to develop his intelligence. After Yuri brought them to the workshop, he had told them to call him "Boss" so they could quickly fit into human society and learn human language and customs.
But now, he had abilities countless times greater than before, knowledge that surpassed reality by decades—or even transcended it altogether—and unimaginable ambition and resolve. His people were about to break through the ice and see the light of day again with his help, and his power would only grow stronger with time...
There was no one else who could be the leader of this race!
"Leader!"
Five voices rang out in perfect unison, firm and powerful. An invisible aura burst from Yuri. After all these years, someone was finally calling me Leader again.
Youth restored!
The other four ran along the ground, while Vanax carried Yuri through the air. All six reached the seal, now a massive rift, almost at the same time, and plunged straight in without a word.
"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Five impacts sounded almost simultaneously. The gusts they kicked up swept away the loose dirt at their feet, revealing the seal buried beneath it.
"Tap. Tap."
Yuri climbed down from Vanax's neck. He scraped the dirt aside with his foot, then casually snapped off a metal strip that had been wrecked by the blast wave. Its surface was covered in densely packed runes, layer upon layer.
After learning