New Genosha

At that, a trace of pain flickered across Cyclops's face behind her.

" The road to peace has already been proven a dead end!"

Storm's voice was filled with resolve.

"From this day forward, we will no longer beg!"

"From this day forward, we will no longer yield!"

"We will use our power to reclaim everything that already belongs to us! We will wash away a century of humiliation with the blood of our enemies!"

"On this island, we will build an entirely new nation! A nation belonging solely to the Mutants! A great kingdom without discrimination or oppression, with only power and glory!"

"I will name it New Genosha!"

"We will inherit Magneto Erik Lehnsherr's legacy, and we will complete the great work he left unfinished!"

"We will become the sword of Damocles hanging over humanity's head! We will make them toss and turn every night in fear of us! We will make them understand who the true masters of this planet are!"

Her speech was like the fiercest catalyst, completely igniting everyone's fury!

"Roar!!!"

A tsunami-like roar erupted from the crowd below.

Countless Mutants raised their arms, fanatic expressions plastered across their wildly varied faces.

"New Genosha!"

"New Genosha!!"

However, just as the atmosphere of the founding ceremony reached its peak,

a magnetic, imposing voice suddenly came from across the sea, clearly overpowering all the cheers.

"Well said, Ororo."

"But it seems you've forgotten something."

Everyone froze. In unison, they turned toward the direction of the voice.

On the distant horizon, a figure clad in red-and-purple armor and wearing an iconic helmet was slowly floating toward them.

Behind him followed a group of reinforcements with an utterly bizarre style.

That man was none other than the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr!

"Erik?!"

Storm and