A thunderous rumble shook the ground below. Violent explosions tore through layer upon layer of rock and soil. Chaotic magnetic storms and searing heat turned the abandoned camp into a hellish sea of fire.
Magneto floated in midair as smoke and flames gathered into a massive mushroom cloud. His purple robe snapped loudly in the powerful updraft shooting skyward.
He did not let down his guard. An attack of this level was not enough to kill the Sentry. Though the scene beneath his feet was terrifying, like an apocalyptic disaster, it could at most inflict a certain degree of damage. It was nowhere near lethal.
As someone who had once been defeated by him, Magneto knew the Sentry's strength well: a physique like some prehistoric beast, incredibly rapid healing, supersonic flight, energy manipulation...
The other man seemed to have no weaknesses at all, leaving no openings to exploit. Magneto only appeared to have the upper hand because he had seized the initiative and unleashed a relentless barrage. Once the Sentry struck back, his methods would surely be as swift and terrifying as thunder.
From the firestorm hot enough to melt gold and iron, a figure parted the waves of heat. The ground trembled and the atmosphere boomed as he rushed before Magneto in almost an instant.
Those deep, shadowed eyes fixed on the veteran Mutant powerhouse, seeming to burn with cold flames and radiating a chilling, heart-palpitating aura.
"Do you have any other tricks?"
The somewhat low voice reached Magneto's ears. The old man's heart jolted. That storm of attacks just now had not harmed his opponent in the slightest?!
The Sentry extended his palm. The air faintly trembled as invisible ripples spread outward. Thunderous booms echoed like a string of powder kegs exploding.
Alarm rose in Magneto's heart. He