Charles raised his eyes, his heavy gaze locking onto Shaw nearby. Turmoil surged in his eyes as he spoke in a voice laden with grief:
"She was too disappointed. Shaw clearly had the power to save her, but he watched coldly and did nothing. Only after all her hopes were exhausted did she choose to end her own life."
Those words reached Shaw's ears clearly, but his expression did not change. Not a ripple stirred in his eyes.
He raised a hand and gathered a wisp of energy. It burst from his fingertips, and a slender beam instantly pierced Pietro's thigh, sending blood gushing out.
Then, with a casual flick, he hurled the agonized Pietro away like a piece of trash, slamming him onto a reef in the distance.
Pietro's Super Speed had unparalleled potential. With a little honing, he could become a top-tier fighter. Shaw had long since decided to bring the youngster under his command and make him his right-hand man in uniting the new world.
Shaw spoke slowly, his tone full of mockery and indifference:
"Poor Emma Frost. All that top-tier Telepathy, yet such a fragile mind, unable to withstand a single blow. How disappointing."
His gaze shifted and locked firmly onto Charles. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice took on a coaxing edge:
"Charles, your telepathic gifts far surpass Emma Frost's, and your potential is greater still. I'll give you a chance to submit to me. When the new world arrives, you will stand above everyone, second only to me!"
Before Charles could reply, towering fury erupted deep within Alex Summers.
It was all Shaw's fault!
If he had not been so cold and heartless, refusing to save someone in mortal danger, Alex Summers would never have unintentionally killed one of his