Although the feeling had lasted only an instant, it had left a deep impression on Emma.
"Another leader?"
Vaguely, Emma sensed some of her boss's intentions. She couldn't help sneering inwardly.
Black King and Magneto had both been charismatic leaders. They had been respected and feared by Mutants, and possessed nearly despair-inducing power. But in the end, hadn't they both failed? The former had become a corpse for others to study, while the latter had fled everywhere like a king whose country had fallen.
Only a leader like Charles Xavier had managed to live comfortably. Yet even someone as powerful as Charles was increasingly constrained by humanity's ever-advancing science and technology. Mutant rights might seem better than before, but that was only temporary. Once Charles and the other old-guard Mutants fell, all Mutants could do was run.
Looking at her boss now, Emma was already thinking about how to escape. She had to get as far away as possible. With her abilities, she could still live out the rest of her life in peace.
"I followed Black King and Magneto, one after the other. I won't make that mistake again. Mutant rights, human supremacy—what the hell do I care? I just want to live in peace!"
Emma had no idea that her future actions would give her present self a hard slap in the face.
Dilos looked at the thirteen teenagers watching him and said, "Why are you all staring at me? Didn't I let you out so you could escape?"
"No, sir." A boy whose entire body seemed to be made of rock said, "We know we need to escape, but we don't know our way around here or which way to go."
The boy's voice still sounded a little childish, as befitted his age, but his words expressed