Molecular Manipulation

A silent golden rift tore open above Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, like a golden eye opening in the heavens.

Chu Hang stepped out, and the magnificent dimensional passage behind him quietly sealed shut. He stepped onto empty space, the air beneath his feet seeming to solidify into tangible stairs.

In the corridor five meters away, Professor Charles sat quietly in his wheelchair, as though he had been waiting for some time. There was no surprise in his blue eyes, only deep scrutiny.

"You went to Egypt."

His psychic power had long sensed the unsettling spatial fluctuation that had crossed half the globe.

"Mm."

Chu Hang did not deny it. His figure flashed, and he landed soundlessly before Charles. "One problem has been dealt with for now."

Charles wheeled himself alongside him toward the main building. A gentle yet powerful psychic force tentatively extended toward Chu Hang, a power strong enough to soothe the most savage soul.

Yet the instant it touched Chu Hang, it did not strike a barrier. Instead, it was like a drop of water merging into a boundless, silent deep sea, instantly losing all echo and direction.

Charles's fingers trembled slightly against the wheelchair armrest. That was not a barrier, but a domain of consciousness he could not comprehend, one that embraced everything yet transcended everything.

"Your power..."

There was a trace of incredulous awe in Charles's voice. "It has already reached another realm."

"There was a bit of a clash. Call it the aftermath."

Chu Hang said it lightly as he pushed open the main building's heavy oak doors.

In the hall, Jean Grey was talking with Sean and Angel.

When they saw him enter, all three fell silent at once.

Jean's gaze settled on him, and a flicker of confusion and unease passed through