"I led my people in resistance. The war lasted seven years.
"For seven years, every inch of Okkara was soaked in blood. Mutant warriors fell in wave after wave, yet the Demons' numbers never dwindled.
"In the end, I found a way to end the war in the Ancient God Ruins: a dimensional artifact called the Twilight Sword. I used it to cleave Okkara in two."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the changing expressions on their faces.
"With a single stroke, I split Okkara in half. The northern half remained on Earth. Over ages of geological change, it came to be called Krakoa. I concealed its coordinates behind a Dimensional Barrier, and to this day, no human or Mutant detector has found it.
"The southern half, called Arakko, I pushed to the other side of the rift, sealing the passage from Amenth to Earth.
"But that land, along with half my people, became a living barrier that trapped Oblivion's Demon army in the space between dimensions."
Apocalypse's voice trembled almost imperceptibly. Clearly, this ancient Mutant was no cold-blooded creature. He cared deeply for his people.
"Guarding Arakko were my four strongest Horsemen at the time, and... my wife. Her real name has been forgotten. Only one name remains in Mutant history: Glory.
"They led tens of thousands of Mutant warriors and held Arakko for millennia. I promised I would return for them. I promised to find the strength to break through Amenth's defenses and free them from their endless war.
"But I was not strong enough to defeat Oblivion, the Lord of Amenth. Nor could I find a Mutant stronger than myself. So I slept... I slept far too long."
He lowered his head. For an instant, the blazing white of his eyes dimmed.
"That is why I came