Professor X was smoothly wheeled into the medical pod. The metal hatch closed soundlessly, shutting out the noise and worry beyond.
Magneto, Cyclops, Storm, Mystique, Jean Grey, Beast Hank McCoy, and the others could only wait anxiously outside the isolation window.
During the wait, the screens hanging in the lounge played news from across the ocean.
On-screen, the ruins of New York remained shocking, but even more eye-catching were the Ultramarines moving through them like blue giants, efficiently clearing the battlefield, along with occasional reports of the vast fleet blanketing the stars.
Magneto Erik watched the alien army being effortlessly destroyed on the screen and gave his habitual snort, his voice carrying the pride of the Brotherhood of Mutants' leader. "Hmph. If I'd been there, those aliens would have been nothing more than a pile of scrap metal."
However, when the camera zoomed in and clearly showed the Ultramarines' blue power armor, combining raw strength with technological beauty, as well as the horrifying sight of them tearing apart Chitauri vehicles barehanded and withstanding energy weapons head-on, Erik's gaze froze slightly.
His lips moved, but in the end, with a trace of confidence he could not quite muster, he stubbornly added, "...No matter how strong they are, they still need metal armor. If I wanted to, they'd be nothing more than slightly bigger toys."
Yet his voice had noticeably lowered. Clearly, the absolute strength and technology displayed by those "blue giants" had placed enormous pressure on him, leaving him far less certain of his own abilities.
Jean Grey sat quietly in a corner. Her gaze did not linger long on those powerful warriors, but when the news footage happened to sweep past Neos' calm and imposing figure, her body trembled almost imperceptibly.
It was not just her. At that moment, the