In the outskirts of Cairo, Egypt.
As a purple glow lit up amid the sand and dust, several figures slowly emerged.
They were none other than Apocalypse, who had just left Xavier's School, and his four Horsemen.
Because Apocalypse had been caught off guard by Fang Mo's slash, he was in rather poor shape. A wound ran diagonally from his shoulder to his chest, severing the muscles, bones, and organs within. Blood sprayed out like it was free.
"Master!"
Seeing Apocalypse in that state, the three Horsemen beside him visibly grew tense. "A-Are you all right?!"
"It is nothing."
Hearing his subordinates, Apocalypse slowly shook his head.
Perhaps others would consider it a fatal wound, but he was not particularly afraid. Over the millennia, he had possessed countless gifted individuals, acquiring more abilities than he could count.
Rapid regeneration was one of them.
Apocalypse merely stood there without deliberately activating any ability, yet the flesh around his wound slowly began to squirm on its own.
Countless Flesh Buds sprouted from the wound and intertwined with one another.
The slash across his shoulder rapidly shrank at a visible rate. His muscles healed, his bones reformed, and even his ruptured lung returned to normal.
"Done."
After recovering from his injuries, Apocalypse tested his shoulder.
Once he confirmed there was no problem, he pondered briefly. After weighing the pros and cons, he still raised a hand toward the pile of shattered rubble on the ground.
His ability activated.
The surrounding matter turned into sand and dust, gathering toward him.
Very soon.
Something miraculous happened.
The shattered stones scattered across the ground reformed beneath the gathering dust, becoming chunks of rock with a metallic sheen.
Then, those chunks of rock gathered together, gradually taking on the vague shape of a human figure.
It was