Loren stood where he was, his eyes calm and still as his gaze pierced through layer upon layer of dimensional barriers, watching the fluctuations of the Temporal Order in that parallel universe.
He had long glimpsed a troubling change in the future, yet he did not intervene.
For the Temporal Order to correct itself, collapse had to come first; for causality to be complete, backlash had to be endured first.
Some calamities could only be truly ended by experiencing them firsthand.
Meanwhile, in that distant parallel universe, the river of time suddenly flowed backward, and the Temporal Order rapidly reversed.
With Loren's precise spacetime passage guiding her, Jean Grey completely escaped her previous Spacetime Displacement and arrived precisely at a crucial point in time decades earlier—the primordial era before the Sentinel Robots Program had entered full production, before the cataclysm had begun, before tragedy had even taken root.
At this moment, the world was still stable and peaceful. Though conflict between humans and Mutants had already emerged, it had not yet escalated into an irreconcilable struggle. The cities remained prosperous, order prevailed, and there were no wars raging across the sky, no corpses covering the ground, no endless despair.
And the instigator of that future catastrophe, the sole founder of the Sentinel Robots Program, Bolivar Trask—
Was hiding within a secret research base, working day and night as he madly developed the first-generation Sentinel Robots.
He was obsessed with creating the ultimate weapon for slaughtering Mutants, deluded enough to believe that technology could purge those he deemed different and place world order under his control.
Jean Grey concealed herself, restraining both the Phoenix Force and her telekinesis.
Relying on her supreme psychic perception, she easily penetrated layer after layer of defensive barriers and silently infiltrated the top-secret research base.
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