The discussions in Krakoa Square had yet to die down. Every eye was fixed on the more than 120 glowing forms of Level Five Mutants floating high above.
Many of those who had just witnessed a miracle were still struggling to process it.
In half an hour, 120 Level Five Mutants had been created from nothing.
What did that even mean?
In all of Mutant history, even in Earth's entire superhero world, it was an act that overturned everything.
And while the crowd was still reeling, Russell casually remarked, "I still need to make another batch for my endless army."
The discussion that had finally begun to stir across the square stopped dead.
A deathly silence fell once more.
Everyone was stunned.
One hundred and twenty Level Five Mutants were already a terrifying force capable of sweeping across Earth and taking on Hell. And that was only the appetizer?
Aristotle adjusted his glasses and quickly scanned the dense crowd of Mutants around the square. He immediately came to a conclusion.
"I understand," he said with a note of certainty. "The endless army Mr. Russell mentioned must mean us."
"Most of the Mutants born on Earth over the past several thousand years have gathered here. There are vast numbers of us, each with a different gift.
"The ones he just created in bulk are the army's elite vanguard and commanders. Next, he'll likely transform everyone here, strengthen all our genes, and forge an unparalleled army."
Many people nodded in agreement.
Of course. There were thousands upon thousands of Mutants here. If all of them underwent a genetic upgrade, they could certainly be called an endless army.
But Napoleon, standing nearby, immediately shook his head. His thick French accent carried clearly through the silence, and his gaze was strikingly clear.
"No. That's