The two landed on a grassy patch nearby, but the lawn beneath their feet crumbled like ash. The blades of grass were still lush green, yet at the slightest touch, they rapidly blackened and fell apart.
The Phoenix Force represented destruction and rebirth. The fragile lives of the grass had been incinerated in an instant, so quickly that even their husks had not had time to react.
Su Ming walked aside and poked a blackened dead tree with one finger. Sure enough, with that faint touch, the tree toppled to one side and shattered into a heap of black ash.
"What caused this? An explosion from an alien weapon? An experiment gone wrong? Superpowers out of control?"
Daisy asked Deathstroke in a low voice, occasionally glancing at the chaotic crowd in the distance. She had only seen the pillar of fire shooting into the sky that night, then grabbed her hammer, transformed, and flown over. Only now did she gradually recognize the people in pajamas.
They were the X-Men she had seen countless times in all sorts of media!
Aside from a few Wilson TV Station channels, every other TV channel described Mutants as terrorists, inhuman beasts, crazed serial killers, social cancers that could explode at any moment—the kind who would blow ordinary people to pieces if they got too close.
The Internet was even worse. Rhythm masters were everywhere.
Even if someone left a comment on social media claiming that their grandfather had been brutally murdered by Mutants when he was eight, a crowd would still reply beneath it that Mutants deserved to die and sympathize with the poster's plight.
Over the years, discriminating against and suppressing Mutants had gradually become a new political correctness in the United States. Whenever anything unfortunate happened, it was enough to pin it