Daisy lightly tapped a finger. It was just a casual motion, yet Mr. Sinister felt as though a star were about to crush down on him and grind him to pieces.
"What I want to tell you is that your vision is far too narrow. Cyclops is the same, of course, but we're not discussing him right now. What I'm saying is that your so-called prophecies are all fake. Apocalypse is nothing more than a toy in my eyes. So-called prophecy, fate, and the future are not things you can glimpse or control at your current level. You took the wrong path from the very beginning. Everything you've done over the past century has been meaningless."
"Thank you for the advice. Can you send me back now?" Mr. Sinister asked tentatively.
Daisy looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Of course not. I need your intelligence to give me some inspiration."
Mr. Sinister pointed around them. "With abilities like yours, you actually need my humble wisdom?"
His worldview and outlook on life had taken far too great a blow. Daisy couldn't be bothered to argue with him. She reined in her energy, seeming to become an ordinary person again.
She posed her question. "Right now, you're inside the box, while I'm outside it. If you wanted to defeat me, what would you do?"
"Obviously, I'd lure you into the box." Mr. Sinister gave the answer almost without pausing.
Daisy had discussed the matter with Molecule Man twice more recently, and the first step had now been formally confirmed. No matter how things developed afterward, they had to drag the enemy into the box. There was no disputing that.
"And then?"
What did she mean, and then? Then they fought, didn't they? Mr. Sinister prided himself on his high