The Sorcerer Supreme watched James Howlett staring off into space, then followed his gaze to the brass wind chime in the corner of the hall.
Their gazes seemed to carry some kind of power. Though there was no wind in the four-sided side hall, the brass chime suddenly trembled and began to ring.
"Since it has always existed as fragments, then the Phoenix Force's goal is simple: it wants to become whole. But its countless fragments are scattered across countless multiverses. No wonder you said it was full of destructive and violent tendencies."
Accompanied by the clear chime, James didn't directly respond to The Ancient One. Instead, as if a beat behind, he spoke of his guess about the Phoenix's ultimate goal.
He set down his teacup and fixed his gaze on The Ancient One, his tone solemn.
"Master, I can't accept sealing Jean Grey away. I wouldn't do that even if the person in question were any other member of the Howlett Family."
The Ancient One's expression remained unchanged. James's words had come as no surprise to her.
She knew what kind of temperament the man had, and understood even better that so-called moral principles and universal values couldn't influence or restrain him.
Some modern historians greatly admired James Howlett. They believed that his actions had eliminated the possibility of a race war and humanity's self-destruction as it evolved.
Although rumors that were neither quite true nor quite false had gradually emerged in academic circles and society in recent years, casting a few conspiratorial shadows over the Howlett name, that hadn't changed his status as a paragon of mainstream values for nearly half a century.
That was also closely tied to how, after the Apocalypse War, James had stood atop the throne and subdued the world's supernatural forces, establishing