"Where is Jean Grey?!"
In the pitch-black meditation chamber, Professor Charles Xavier demanded sternly within their shared Psychic Realm.
He had thought the power that had suddenly stirred his mental world had come from the psychic fluctuations of the young, exceptionally gifted Phoenix, Jean Grey.
Charles had been marveling that this child of seventeen or eighteen had already reached the same level as Emma and himself in the pure psychic arts.
But with further contact, that reckless, unrestrained force gradually projected itself into the professor's mind as a torrent of black flames. It still bore traces of Jean Grey, but it felt utterly unfamiliar.
"You're...the other, repressed personality inside that child!"
Buzz.
In the Throne Hall, "Jean" suddenly furrowed her brow. She clenched her teeth as if enduring a headache, her pretty face taut, her earlier wantonness gone.
The girl abruptly opened her eyes and curled her lips in a sneer. Her green irises gradually filled with fiery red light.
"Tsk, tsk. As expected of you, Professor. And you...finally broke through."
Scott, who had yet to leave the hall, suddenly felt a needle-sharp pain in his skull. As an increasingly intense, bright yellow radiance poured from Jean Grey, an invisible pressure like towering waves rose swiftly through the Throne Hall, along with a searing heat.
"...Professor Charles, if you can tell us apart, then you should understand: I am Jean! I just...never had a chance to meet everyone~"
Jean's lips moved silently. Her dark red hair, almost black, lifted into the air like seaweed, whipping wildly.
Scratch.
In the deepest chamber beneath Wolf Nest, the scrape of a match being struck broke the silence. The professor, his face as calm as still water, lit the candle at the center once more, then flicked away the flame in his hand.
"But