Perfect Cycle

Jean hovered in midair, golden-red flames swirling around her. She raised her right hand and clenched her five fingers, condensing the Phoenix Force into a burning spear of light.

The arrogance vanished from Apocalypse's face. He sensed it—the essence of that power was beyond his understanding. This was not mere energy, but Multiversal-level power.

"Impossible... How could this kind of power exist within a mortal..."

Apocalypse's voice trembled as he urged the golden domain into motion with both hands, constructing a defense.

Jean did not respond.

Her consciousness resonated completely with the Phoenix Force, allowing her to clearly sense its will. It wanted to burn this tyrant before it to ashes.

The spear of light shot from her hand.

Golden-red radiance tore through the sky. Space split open, and the atmosphere was scorched by a long fissure. Apocalypse's golden domain was like thin paper before the spear of light, ripped apart in an instant.

Apocalypse roared and poured all his energy into Molecular Manipulation, attempting to disassemble the spear of light. But the Phoenix Force did not obey the laws of physics at all.

The spear of light pierced through his chest.

There was no blood, no wail. Apocalypse's body began to crumble from the wound, turning into countless golden specks of light. The specks struggled in the air for a second before being burned into nothingness by the Phoenix Force.

Everyone at Xavier's School stood frozen.

The immortal Mutants who had ruled ancient Egypt for thousands of years had simply vanished. He had not been sealed or defeated, but completely erased.

Erik lay in the crater, staring at the golden-red figure in the sky, his throat tight. He had seen countless powerful Mutants, but never power of this level.

Professor Charles sensed everything through the Brainwave Amplifier, cold sweat