Most of Cairo's colors were no different from those of the pyramids that represented Egypt.
Aside from the relatively modern city center, where greenery had been cultivated on a large scale, the vast stretches of earth-yellow, squat rectangular buildings, cramped alleys, and chaotic streets packed with small vendors were the true face of this ancient city.
Professor Carlisle Jackson wandered the streets in a daze. He did not know where to go, nor did he know whom to notify. Especially with the terrifying figure behind him, like a humanoid bomb, the old professor had been reduced to mechanically walking on instinct.
The courtyard of Apocalypse's followers stood in a back alley off a bustling market street. The storefront facing the road in the front yard had been their Persian carpet shop, but now, along with several nearby buildings, it had been crushed to powder in Apocalypse's fury upon awakening.
Given Cairo's municipal efficiency, it would take some time for firefighters or emergency response teams to arrive. Meanwhile, more and more local residents gathered around. Professor Jackson feared that this "god" behind him might take offense and casually slaughter all these ordinary people.
Yet strangely enough, Apocalypse had been remarkably calm ever since leaving the ruins.
"An... an evolved one? He must be an evolved one! I've seen them on television—they're also called mutants! My God, he looks so imposing."
A group of young men stared in astonishment at the towering armored mutant by the roadside.
Apocalypse strode forward proudly, making no effort whatsoever to conceal his appearance. Deep blue folds crowded between the brows of his hairless brow ridge as he gazed in puzzlement at these mortals he saw on the road.
Over the years, Apocalypse had collected and seized many powerful mutant abilities, yet he had never possessed true