"You are..."
Miles looked at the smiling young Mutants before him and asked grimly, "The Black Spirit King?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing."
The Asian girl at their head asked Miles, "You're 'Miles Zero,' but you don't match my database records. You're too young."
"So you're different individuals from the same source," the boy beside her said, his forked tongue flicking out. "Descendant? Clone? Product of an unknown Mutant ability?"
"Database?" Miles narrowed his eyes. "Are you a product of the Danger Room itself?"
"No." The girl shook her head. "I am the Danger Room."
"And I'm also Miles Zero."
"What does that mean?" Hisako Ichiki looked bewildered.
But Miles, who shared that origin, understood at once.
"You're a consciousness born from the Danger Room itself, and you also have the self-awareness of the former Miles Zero!"
"You catch on fast."
The girl kept smiling. "Now let's see how you do in other respects."
With that, she suddenly raised a hand.
Bang, bang, bang...
Dazzling bursts of colored energy exploded from her palm!
Miles instinctively raised his hand. Deep-blue psionic energy spread before him, and a heartbeat later, a dense barrage of plasma sparks slammed into it.
"Stop!"
Rogue roared and lunged forward, tackling the girl to the ground and gripping her throat. "Damn it, I don't care who you are. Don't speak with Jubilee's face!"
"Jubilee?"
Miles dropped his psionic shield and murmured, "Jubilee Lee? Li Qianhuan..."
Before he finished, he snapped his gaze upward.
Storm's eyes had turned white, and her arm swept down!
Boom!!
A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the air above the prison, hurtling straight toward Miles!
But another figure rushed in from the side.
Hisako Ichiki spread her hands. Pale-red Psionic Armor swelled around her, becoming a giant humanoid