The moment Charles spoke that name, Dilos opened his mouth ahead of him.
ROOOOOOOOOOAR—ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!!!
A deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter a person to pieces, resounded between heaven and earth.
Even within the dream, Charles was left dizzy and disoriented by the roar, stumbling backward again and again.
Then, everything before Charles's eyes began changing rapidly. Countless incomprehensible images flooded into his mind. At the same time, he felt as if something had violently stirred his brain, plunging him into pain as unbearable as an endless hell.
Charles had no idea how long that agonizing process lasted. It felt as though he had suffered for years. Then... the scene before his eyes changed, and his consciousness returned to what had once been Jean's room.
At the same time, Jean jolted awake.
Her mouth hung open as she gulped down oxygen like someone on the verge of suffocation, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.
Charles breathed heavily for a moment. Once the turmoil in his mind had settled, he looked at Jean's pale, panic-stricken face and offered a kind smile that could put anyone at ease.
"Professor..."
Noticing Charles beside her, Jean struggled to sit upright, though the terror had yet to leave her pretty face.
"I... I saw the end of the world."
Fine sweat already covered Jean's fair forehead. When she saw Charles looking at her, she instinctively lowered her head.
She did not dare meet Charles's eyes.
"Death was everywhere."
Jean spoke with difficulty. "And I was one of the main culprits behind the end of the world."
"No, it was only a dream."
Charles hurriedly reassured her. "Just get some proper rest, and this will go away."
Charles did not want Jean to know about Dark Phoenix yet. For now, the best solution was