So the Universe Was My True Battleground

Magneto hovered in midair with his arms outstretched. One terrified mutant after another rose into the air, drawn up by his magnetic field. He had saved them all just moments ago.

"They call me extreme, but Russell and Jean Grey's fight was the real extreme. For a moment, I thought Earth was done for."

He watched the city return to normal in an instant and the heart of the battlefield suddenly vanish. His expression eased, though he did not know who had restored the battlefield so quickly.

But he knew the fight was not over.

Mister Sinister remained unruffled. His expression had stiffened for only an instant when that mysterious power turned back time. Then he looked toward outer space with regret.

"A shame. The data-collection machines I developed still can't observe a battle in space."

Russell, meanwhile, cared nothing for the upheaval of the world or the destruction of the city. Even after being transported into space, all that remained in his eyes was a burning desire to fight to his heart's content.

To him, Captain Marvel's Cosmic Energy and Madelyne's Phoenix Force were the perfect means to hone his abilities and push his control beyond its limits.

He commanded the Four Fundamental Forces and controlled the world's microscopic particles. His combat power already stood far above anything mortal.

A battle like this was a rare opportunity. He would break through his limits once more and take his strength to another level.

The vast, cold expanse of space suddenly opened before the four of them.

With no atmosphere to stand in their way and nothing of the mortal world to hold them back, rivers of stars stretched across the silent, desolate dark. Within it lay immense energy fields capable of tearing stars apart.

The Ancient One's spatial transfer had