The ruins of the Underground Warehouse.
After Miles left with Exodus, a brief quiet finally settled over the place.
"Huff... huff..."
Bobby braced his hands on his knees and took a few ragged breaths, then looked up in the direction the two had gone.
"What exactly is he trying to do?"
"That Little Black Spirit King said he'd thought of a way to deal with Exodus..."
Quentin answered, then looked around.
Rust-red figures gathered one after another. Dusk Knights sealed off every exit from different directions, then stopped advancing.
Clearly, these were the orders Exodus had left before departing.
"They're trying to trap us here."
Quentin cursed under his breath, then looked at Bobby. "Think you can take these things out?"
"There are too many. Unless I freeze this entire place in an instant, but if I do that..."
As he spoke, Bobby hurried to Rogue's side to check her condition.
Although Miles had saved Anna after she used her power on Exodus, she was still in terrible shape.
"Feirotus has contaminated her mental world. It's much worse this time."
Quentin's expression was grave.
Rogue lay curled up on the ground, both hands clamped against her forehead, her eyes filled with terror.
"Ugh... ah..."
Countless images that weren't hers kept eating away at her sanity within her consciousness... She had gotten too close to Feirotus.
Quentin pressed a hand to Rogue's forehead, soothing her mind as best he could, until she finally closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
"All I can do for now is quiet her down. She needs a thorough psychic cleansing and follow-up treatment, but this isn't the right environment..."
"Damn it..."
Colossus muttered, "She's not the only one here who needs treatment..."
On the other side of the ruined warehouse, wounded people freshly evacuated from