The Blackbird took off and flew in another direction.
Meanwhile, Apocalypse and his Four Horsemen hovered in the air, with Apocalypse at the front and the four standing in neat formation behind him.
Apocalypse gently raised a hand and closed it into a fist. Then everything on the streets of New York City, whether buildings or cars, metal or rubber, silently turned into golden sand.
The golden sand gathered together, and within seconds, a Pyramid whose foundation alone covered hundreds of thousands of square meters rose from the ground.
At the very top of the Pyramid stood a platform engraved with mysterious inscriptions. Eight golden pillars supported a peak formed entirely of solid gold.
Then a Golden Throne appeared in the center of the platform. Apocalypse slowly stepped forward and sat down, utterly composed.
The four Horsemen landed on the Pyramid's stairway to the heavens, standing opposite each other in pairs like guardians of the path to the sky.
War Horseman lowered his head slightly, studying the inscriptions covering the Pyramid with a thoughtful look.
Naturally, this piqued the others' curiosity. Aside from Death Horseman, whose eyes remained vacant, Pestilence Knight, who had once been a geneticist, seemed curious enough to ask something.
Before he could, the roar of helicopters came from the distant horizon, drawing the other three Horsemen's attention.
Casualties on such a massive scale and the drastic transformation of New York were bound to provoke resistance from human governments. Every nation had now deployed troops, heading toward the Pyramid in New York City under the hastily established Joint Operations Command.
But the earlier sight of nuclear warheads worldwide launching out of control and flying into space had badly frightened humanity's entire leadership. With every satellite now out of contact, communications could rely only on primitive electromagnetic waves.