Solomon swept an indifferent glance over the unconscious Mutants sprawled in the corner and lightly waved his hand.
Several strands of lustrous emerald energy drifted down, landing precisely on each person and slowly seeping into their flesh.
Warm energy coursed through their limbs and bodies. Their external wounds scabbed over, healed, and shed their scabs at a visible pace, bruises and swelling subsided, and torn tendons and broken bones swiftly rejoined.
Their breathing had been weak as they lay deeply unconscious, but now their eyelashes fluttered, and they slowly woke one after another.
Witnessing this miracle, almost like bringing the dead back to life, profoundly shook everyone present once again.
The moment the newly awakened Azazel stood up, fierce killing intent blazed in his scarlet eyes. His body instinctively tensed, ready to teleport into a surprise attack.
Beside him, Riptide looked equally tense. He raised his hands slightly, and two small, howling tornadoes instantly formed in his palms, ready to strike.
Just as the two were about to resume fighting, the Black King's steady voice abruptly rang out, stopping everyone in their tracks.
"Enough. Stand down, all of you."
The White Queen slowly rose, her gaze immediately locking onto Solomon, who sat composed before them all. Her expression abruptly tightened, and shock surged through her heart.
It was him!
He was the very young man she had glimpsed by chance on the 99th Floor!
She instinctively turned toward the Black King beside her, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
The Black King shook his head slightly, his expression grave and his eyes harboring deep apprehension.
The White Queen had lost consciousness, but he had not. A-Train, the powerful Black man who had crushed everyone present with his unanswerable combat strength, now stood quietly to one side like a docile