Global opinion erupted in the space of a single morning.
The names written into history textbooks and revered worldwide as the foundations of human civilization were, without exception, all Mutants.
It meant the entire course of human civilization had been uprooted at its most fundamental level.
Now, even many historians could not work out which had come first: Mutants or humans.
The leaders of France urgently convened a panel of historical advisers. The advisers entered the conference room looking grim, every last one of them.
An elderly professor with a full head of white hair sat at the end of the table, gripping a printed copy of the list in both hands. His voice was dry as he said:
"If Apocalypse, who founded Krakoa, really has lived for thousands of years, then the true decision-makers behind every major event in human history that he witnessed may never have been the people we thought."
No one present argued with him. No one could.
Every word was like a blunt knife, slowly and heavily cutting through the surface of humanity's account of its own history to expose another truth beneath it, one concealed for thousands of years and written by Mutants together.
"Have you considered," another adviser suddenly said, his voice dazed with shock.
"If even Qin Shi Huang was a Mutant, then the Great Wall... what was it really built for?"
The conference room fell silent.
"To keep out northern nomads?" The adviser shook his head, dismissing the idea himself.
"What could northern nomads have done to make a Mutant of Qin Shi Huang's caliber build something so vast? What was he defending against?"
No one there could answer. Perhaps only the First Emperor himself knew.
But the same chilling suspicion rose in every mind: that ancient wall stretching for thousands