Within the manor, twenty-four peerlessly beautiful women stood quietly, gazing gently and calmly at the unfamiliar woman covered in wounds, whose aura was exquisitely beautiful. There was no prying, no wariness, no hostility—only pure kindness and sympathy.
Loren raised a hand and condensed a strand of warm life essence, slowly sending it into Jean Grey's body. It precisely repaired her damaged flesh, nourished her depleted origin, calmed the chaotic Phoenix Force, stabilized her injuries, and eased her pain.
Gentle healing power flowed through every part of her body. The tearing agony and debilitating weakness rapidly faded, her chaotic telekinesis gradually settled, the dim Phoenix Force slowly revived, and her physical condition visibly improved.
Only after Jean Grey's breathing had completely steadied and her consciousness had fully cleared did Loren speak softly and patiently ask, "Now, can you tell me where you came from, and what exactly those robots hunting you are?"
Jean Grey slowly raised her eyes. Looking at the gentle, accepting Loren before her, then at the women around her, all of whom possessed exceptional temperaments and gentle kindness, the tension in her heart finally eased. The despair, exhaustion, helplessness, and grief she had suppressed for days all surged forth.
She nodded gently, took a deep breath to steady herself, and slowly began recounting her origins and the desperate catastrophe that had spanned parallel universes.
"My name is Jean Grey. I come from another parallel universe, and I am a member of the X-Men."
Her voice remained weak and hoarse, yet every word was clear and heavy, carrying boundless grief and despair.
"In our world, the conflict between humans and Mutants never ceased. Suspicion, hostility, and opposition had persisted for a century.
Humans feared the superpowers of Mutants, dreaded the gifts we were born with, and feared our strength