At the side seating of the palace, America's president leaned against a pillar and said helplessly to the British prime minister beside him:
"Cough, cough. Mr. Prime Minister, take a good look around. Most of the people in this palace possess power that conventional military force cannot restrain. You asked why there are no attendants serving tea? Why not go up there and ask that gentleman why his hospitality is so lacking?"
President Nixon rather sharply jabbed at him twice, then turned away and stopped paying attention to the muddleheaded little man. He looked toward Mr. Howlett above, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Within the Central Pyramid Royal City, aside from the heads of state or official representatives of several major nations, only the extraordinary beings of this world had gathered together. This moment seemed to mark the complete fading of mortal authority from the world.
Some were as tall and powerfully built as iron towers; some possessed strange mutant traits; others carried an eerie air and wore dark, sinister expressions.
The people stood in loose clusters beneath the massive stone throne, watching as members of Order Whip placed more than a dozen enormous iron boxes throughout the palace so that everyone could see what was inside up close.
As the iron boxes opened in unison, bone-chilling icy mist spilled out. James finally came to a stop and said in a deep voice:
"The corpses of Jotunheim Frost Giants. Around 965 AD, they landed in what is now Tonsberg, Norway. Odin, king of the gods, led Asgard's divine army and defeated the Frost Giant legion."
Clang, clang, clang.
James slowly descended from the throne. He had yet to change out of the mottled battle armor that had been melted and ruined after his fight with Apocalypse. Standing in midair