Two gods descend on Westchester, in scarlet and pitch-black
Westchester County, New York.
This area has always been a quiet suburb far from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, especially the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters located here, which is like a secluded Utopia.
But today, that tranquility has been shattered by an indescribable panic that originates from the depths of the soul.
"Ororo, can you feel it?"
Cyclops Scott Summers Summers stood at the window of the Academy's Main Control Room, his face... Chapter 223: The Two Gods Descend on Westchester, Scarlet and Black Spectacle
Westchester County New York State.
The afternoon sun, which should have been warm and gentle, shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, casting a peaceful and serene glow on the gleaming floor.
Several young Mutants students were chasing and playing on the lawn. Cyclops Scott Summers Summers leaned against the window, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with the confusion and heaviness of losing his mentor.
Everything was the same as usual.
until--
"Hiss... why is it suddenly so cold?"
A student who was running on the lawn and could control his body temperature suddenly shivered, and his breath condensed into a small cloud of white mist in the warm air.
This unintentional complaint, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the tranquility of the Academy.
Almost simultaneously, everyone sensed that abnormality.
That wasn't an ordinary drop in temperature.
It was a chilling cold that seeped from the depths of one's bones, a coldness that seemed to freeze even the soul!
The sunlight still hung in the sky, but its warmth and radiance seemed to be blocked by an invisible film. The light in the entire world was dimming rapidly at a visible speed.
"Look at the sky!"
A terrified scream pierced the heavy silence.
Everyone, including a worried Scott Summers, suddenly looked up.
The once clear blue sky was now shrouded in a thick, inky black cloud. It was no ordinary cloud; it churned and writhed, like a giant, ink-soaked rag that arrogantly obscured the heavens.
Within these pitch-black clouds, flashes of pale green lightning, like venomous snakes, occasionally streaked across the sky, silent yet carrying an Aura of Death that robbed all life from its grasp.
"Buzz--"
A deep, unsettling energy wave emanated from the center of the dark cloud.
On the lawn, the once vibrant green grass withered, turned yellow, and eventually turned to ashes at a visible speed. Several birds that were startled and took flight lost all their vitality in mid-air and fell stiffly like kites with broken strings.
Die!
A pure, undisguised, and domineering Aura of Death!
"Enemy attack!!"
Scott Summers abruptly threw down his coffee cup, the crisp sound of shattering ceramic ringing out starkly in the deathly oppressive atmosphere. He roared madly into the Academy, his voice trembling slightly with fear.
"Activate highest level of defense! All non-combat personnel, immediately take to underground bunkers!"
After a few seconds of delay, the alarm finally blared mournfully throughout the entire Academy.
The X-Men rushed out from all directions. Storm Ororo immediately levitated, attempting to summon Thunder to dispel the ominous black cloud, but her power was instantly swallowed up as soon as it touched the darkness!
Ororo's face turned pale, she groaned, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
The mere clash of their auras caused this powerful Mutants could manipulate celestial phenomena, to suffer a backlash!
An unprecedented look of horror and despair appeared on everyone's faces.
What level of enemy is this?
However, this is just the beginning.
Just as everyone's attention was captured by the pitch-black sky that symbolized death, no one noticed that on the other side of the sky, a discordant and eerie Scarlet color suddenly appeared.
"Sizzle--!"
A sickening sound, like cloth being torn apart, came from the highest point in the sky.
That Scarlet suddenly expanded with an incomparably violent and savage manner!
It's not dispersing the clouds, nor is it covering the sky.
It is... tearing!
It tore open a huge, grotesque wound, with Chaos cracks spreading outwards, from the sky and space itself, like a fragile canvas!
Scarlet, almost tangible, turbulent energy surged wildly from the wound. It twisted and swirled, and wherever it passed, the laws of reality groaned in agony. Distant buildings began to melt like wax, streets contorted into twisted braids, and roadside fire hydrants transformed into a swarm of fluttering butterflies!
Chaos! Disorder! Madness!
If that darkness represents the Ending of all things, an orderly death.
So this Scarlet color represents the chaotic Chaos that overturns and rewrites everything!
"Another one..."
A young X-Men's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his face drained of color. He muttered to himself, completely terrified by the apocalyptic scene before him, a scene resembling a battle between gods.
On one side lies the underworld, a realm of death that envelops all things.
On the other side lies Chaos Hell that tears reality apart.
Two completely different, yet equally terrifying and suffocatingly powerful, Skyfather-level forces simultaneously descended upon Westchester County!
Their purpose did not seem to be the ants beneath their feet.
After their arrival, the two forces were like two ferocious beasts meeting in the same territory, and began to confront, squeeze, and compete with each other in a frenzy!
Hela's death cloud attempted to freeze and extinguish Wanda's Scarlet Rift completely.
Wanda's Chaos Energy transformed into countless Scarlet tentacles, frantically lashing and tearing at the dark sky, trying to rewrite it into her favorite color!
Boom--!!!
Two terrifying energies finally collided fiercely in the center of the sky!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was only... an eerie, deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like the collapse of the Sky Dome, suddenly pressed down!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Throughout Westchester County, countless buildings had their windows shattered into dust at the same moment by this invisible pressure!
Inside the Academy, the students who hadn't yet managed to take cover all let out a scream, blood streaming from their ears, as they were pressed firmly to the ground by the pressure, unable to move!
Even seasoned X-Men like Scott Summers and Ororo felt their bones groaning under the strain, each breath feeling like inhaling scalding blades!
Their vaunted mutant Mutant Power are as insignificant as a speck of dust in a storm before these two Deity powers!
In the sky.
Half of it was Death Energy, pale green, and flickering black.
Half of it is a chaotic, distorted, and Scarlet Energy.
The two rivers, clearly distinct yet intertwined, painted the entire sky of Wicherst County into a wildly absurd oil painting depicting the end of the world.
This is pomp and circumstance.
It's a mad, inhuman infighting between two top-tier Yandere vying for that elusive "merit" and "favor" in front of their common master!
They wanted Lynn to see it.
Whose arrival is more magnificent?
Whose power is more domineering?
Who is worthy to be the sharpest and most favored blade by his side!
Beneath their feet, Xavier Institute, once hailed as a mecca for Mutants, now trembled like a small boat in a storm, its trembling echoing from the unconscious aftershocks emanating from the two Deity.
Scott Summers suppressed the tremor that surged from the depths of his soul and stared intently at the two patches of color in the sky that represented despair.
He didn't know where these enemies came from.
He had no idea why they had come.
All he knew was that Xavier's Xavier's School, having lost Professor Charles Xavier, was facing its deepest, darkest... Extremis since its founding.
Faced with this scene akin to the destruction of the Deity, how... should they cope? Or rather, can they... even cope?