This was clearly not magnetism. Wanda had seen Magneto use his powers countless times, lifting stadiums, bridges, and the like.
From afar, her father merely held his hands level, his expression calm and unruffled, his cape fluttering in the wind behind him with an indescribably dashing ease.
But that was how ordinary Brotherhood members saw it.
People close to Erik, such as Wanda and Raven, could stand beside him and see the sweat continuously streaming down Magneto's forehead.
Controlling an invisible force like a magnetic field was far more complicated than controlling water, fire, ice, or lightning—things visible to the naked eye.
Humans were Carbon-based Lifeforms, and their brains needed nutrients to function. Intense calculation and analysis required even more nourishment.
Although Magneto had always believed Mutants were a more advanced form of Homo sapiens, he had to admit that Mutants still needed to eat and drink, sleep and rest. No one's stamina was infinite.
But looking at Deathstroke now, he was genuinely at ease. He had even lowered the hand that had been dragging Xavier's School, yet that enormous chunk of earth still floated there on its own without shedding so much as a speck.
Of course it was easy. This was the power of tools.
The Cosmic Cube worked much like a 'Flashlight.' You flipped the switch, and it lit up. From then on, the lighting was entirely up to it; whether it glowed or gave off heat had nothing to do with its Possessor.
So not only did Su Ming lower that outstretched arm, he even withdrew the Cosmic Energy from his body and simply hugged the little blue cube, rubbing it against his cheek.
"You did very well. Later, I'll bring you the 'Inversion Ball' to absorb."
Cosmic Cube: "."
It did not react. Clearly, it