Apocalypse's eyes turned white. In an instant, he read the thousands of years of Earth's history since his slumber and learned every language still spoken on the planet.
After exchanging a glance with him, Brad shut off the satellite surveillance as a precaution.
Apocalypse read the history and learned that humans now ruled the world.
At first, he paid it no mind.
But when he reached modern history and saw humanity's oppression of mutants, Apocalypse grew furious.
"A pack of slaves who have yet to evolve! How dare they treat my children this way after thousands of years!"
Yes, Apocalypse was loving, but his love extended only to mutants.
In his eyes, only mutants qualified as human. And because he was the first mutant in history, he regarded the countless mutants who awakened after him as his children.
That love was utterly genuine. Thousands of years ago, when human forces ambushed him at his weakest, it was those beloved children who sacrificed their lives, using every last bit of energy in their bodies to save him.
The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, once his four most beloved children, had answered his sincere love with their lives.
Remembering his fallen Horsemen, the furious Apocalypse could no longer contain his hatred of humanity. With a sweep of his hand, a rolling sandstorm spread out and swept toward the nearest human city.
The uncanny sandstorm did not sweep everything in the city into the sky. Instead, it assimilated and disintegrated it all. Even human flesh and blood were devoured and broken down by countless grains of sand, becoming part of the yellow sands filling the sky.
Amid all this, one boy fleeing in panic survived.
Because he was a mutant whose powers had already awakened.
Of course, Apocalypse would not hurt him. Instead, he