The roaring gradually faded. Magneto, who had been floating in midair, returned to the ground. His majestic purple robes were tattered and covered in scorched marks, his white hair was a disheveled nest, and the strength in his aged body receded like the tide.
His face was dejected, his bearing somewhat weary, and even his steps were unsteady when he landed. Their extraordinarily fierce exchange had looked earth-shattering and immensely powerful, but in truth, it had been nothing more than his one-sided assault. The Sentinel had barely made a move from beginning to end.
That vibranium spear that had torn through the atmosphere had pierced the powerful electromagnetic field with overwhelming force. It could easily have blasted Magneto into dust, but Sean had deliberately held back and had not dealt a fatal blow.
Magneto knew that perfectly well, which was why he had taken the initiative to end this terrifying battle.
"This is no longer our era."
The old man sighed. Through this challenge, he had clearly seen the gap between them. Unless his gift for magnetism achieved another breakthrough, it would be difficult for him to catch up to the Sentinel walking ahead of him.
Sean stepped out of the smoke and dust, his boots sinking into the muddy ground. Ignoring Magneto's many reflections, he left the ruined camp site.
The great wheel of the world kept rolling forward. No one could stand forever at the pinnacle of their era. That was true of Mutants, and it was true of Superheroes as well.
Before long, he would return to North America. Since he had promised the Ancient One that he would deal with Kaecilius, who had been wildly expanding his cult, he naturally had to keep that promise.
The Wakandan matter had more or less been settled. The new