A Divine Kingdom?

The Mutant at the front was only one of many. It had all started because someone claimed Om Messiah had appeared in their mind.

So they had linked the legends of Om Messiah, the Sun God, to Norse mythology, hoping to enter Valhalla after death.

Thor was real, after all. Om Messiah performing miracles hardly seemed impossible.

Mutants packed both sides of the street, and every one of them charged. Near-mad fervor burned in their eyes. Without a trace of fear, they fixed their gazes on Morlun in the center.

It was as though Morlun were their mortal enemy, a heretic who had dared blaspheme their god.

Shouts rose and fell across the entire block, making the air hum. Every cry rang with absolute devotion and resolve.

"Praise Om Messiah! Follow the supreme Savior!"

"Fight for the glory of Mutants! As long as we live, our faith will never die!"

"Today we fight for our god! After death, we enter Valhalla and live forever!"

More and more Mutants who had escaped the shadows surged forward, throwing themselves at Morlun without fear of death.

Among them were hulking men who wielded raw strength, agile Mutants who controlled speed, and others with strange abilities.

Every one of them pushed their abilities to the limit, heedless of the deadly pressure radiating from Morlun, the Spider Hunter.

To these fervent Mutants, Russell was the one true god: Om Messiah, the Savior of Mutants.

In truth, Russell had only been the spark that lit the kindling. The fire had spread this far not just because of his overwhelming strength, but because of a choice countless Mutants had made in their hearts.

They had endured oppression for too long. They had lived in darkness while yearning for light for too long. What they lacked was someone