Scroll Tied to Demons

Were all humans on Earth Mutants?

Had they heard that right?

Some wondered if they were hearing things. They looked at the people beside them, only to find them doing the same.

Their eyes were full of disbelief.

In the end, the humans who discriminated against Mutants were Mutants themselves.

Felicity stood on the steps, looking at the people kneeling on the ground. Her heart raced, and her palms were slick with sweat.

Russell's revelation had stunned her too, but she did not think he was lying. He had no reason to.

"Please... get up," she said softly. "You heard what Lord Russell said. Mutants and humans are the same. They aren't separate races.

He didn't explicitly agree to founding a nation, but you can stay. Stay near the hotel. Don't cause trouble, don't fight, and don't make things difficult for Lord Russell."

She paused, then gathered her courage. "When the time is right, Lord Russell will surely meet you."

The crowd fell silent for a moment. The elderly rose first, then the teenagers, then the women holding children.

No one spoke. No one left. They stood watching the hotel's revolving door, their expressions complicated, as though waiting for a tomorrow that would never come.

Felicity turned and went inside. After a few steps, she stopped and looked back at the people still standing there. An emotion she could not name stirred within her.

"Ohm Messiah," she repeated softly, then led Laura into the hotel.

After a brief silence, the crowd outside agreed to post what Ohm Messiah had said online and spread it across the world.

The Xavier Institute lay in ruins beneath the night sky.

The remains of the classroom building cast enormous shadows in the moonlight. The evacuated students were gone from the lawn, leaving only a