Arthur didn't use the conventional transport pads; he tore the necessary space-ti directly from the air above his ho and stepped through.
He materialized directly at the epicenter of the crisis: the crumbling old lighthouse, standing amidst a rapidly expanding swamp of rotting, pulsating biomass. The sll of damp earth, decay, and raw, uncontrolled mana was sickeningly thick.
The scene was absolute chaos.
"Mutant? Why are they even here?"
Arthur thought, the question laced with annoyance.
The local political squabbles were a complication he didn't need.
Magneto was tearing massive chunks of stressed tal from the lighthouse structure, the beams howling under his magnetic force as he prepared to launch a makeshift projectile at the dinsional anchor.
Cyclops was attempting to blast the giant plant monster with beams of raw kinetic energy, succeeding only in accelerating its regenerative terraforming—each blast creating more aggressive, whipping vines.
Yuffie and Felicia were pinned down under a wave of thick, leathery vines, shouting useless warnings against the noise.
Arthur's arrival was not a flash of light, but an absolute cessation of noise.
It was a conceptual silence.
The air instantly stabilized, the massive, chaotic mana surge from the dinsional anchor paused, recoiling from the pure, supre power radiating from his Level 9 paraters.
Magneto's tal attack froze mid-flight, a screaming shard of steel held motionless in a conceptual stasis field generated by the sheer force of Arthur's presence.
Cyclops's blazing optic blast dissipated harmlessly into ambient heat a foot from the plant monster, its kinetic energy simply nullified.
Arthur floated about ten feet above the marsh, his cloak still, yet radiating a silent, overwhelming force field.
He spoke, and his voice wasn't loud, yet it resonated not in the ears, but directly in the minds of every living being in the swamp—mutant, human, and monster.
"Stand down. All of you. This is an extinction-level dinsional breach, not a playground for your ideological squabbles."
He focused his gaze on Magneto, the air around the Master of Magnetism shimring violently as Arthur's power conceptually suppressed the ambient magnetic field.
"Erik Lehnsherr,"
Arthur stated, his voice carrying the calm, terrifying authority of a dinsion's sovereign.
"That dinsional tear is draining power from the fundantal laws of this reality. Attempting to harvest it will trigger a conceptual collapse across the Eastern Seaboard. You will cease and evacuate imdiately."
Magneto, who had faced gods and monsters, felt his very control over magnetism waver under Arthur's focused, intense gaze.
His helt, usually a symbol of absolute defiance, felt fragile.
For the first ti in years, the great mutant leader looked genuinely intimidated, his hands dropping slowly to his sides.
Arthur had stopped the fight and the conceptual threat with a single, overpowering gesture.
Now, he had to secure the area and execute his final solution while he had the undivided, fearful attention of all the world's most powerful mutants.
Arthur didn't waste another second talking. He was here to end a dinsional threat, not negotiate with a bunch of overly dramatic ta-humans.
Seriously, this could have been done remotely like five minutes ago, he thought.
He completely ignored the stunned faces of Magneto and Cyclops. He ignored the relieved but confused shout from Yuffie.
Ti was money, and Tifa's cooking was waiting.
He focused his imnse power, channeling his power into a single, devastating ability.
This wasn't a reckless blast; it was a surgical application of cosmic force, controlled by his Hyper Focus.
A single, crimson beam of energy—a highly refined Dragonic Shot—flared from his outstretched hand.
But this wasn't re kinetic power; Arthur had conceptually inverted the energy, turning it into a nullifier specifically designed to erase the
"Absolute Nutrient Conversion"
Programming of the creature's dinsion.
The beam bypassed the sprawling, regenerative biomass entirely and struck the tiny, pulsating transmuting anchor with absolute precision.
The effect was instantaneous and silent.
The dinsional tear didn't explode; it simply ceased to be. The entire concept of the anchor was erased from this reality.
The massive, sentient plant monster—the Elder Bloom—paused mid-lunge.
With its conceptual programming gone and its life source (the dinsional mana) severed, the creature rapidly lost coherence. Its deep green color faded to a brittle, gray dust.
The vast, unnatural swamp it had created withered and collapsed within seconds, leaving behind only the damp, normal earth of the Carolina coastline.
Arthur didn't linger for the applause or the questions.
"Yuffie, Felicia, I believe that this has happened because of you two."
Arthur commanded, his voice returning to its normal, slightly annoyed tone.
"The portal's closed. JARVIS will send you the geo-specific biological neutralizer for the remaining residue."
He glanced briefly at the two powerful mutants, who were still struggling to comprehend the absolute, effortless power that had just vaporized a cosmic threat.
"Don't screw this up,"
Arthur added, his final, casual warning echoing in their minds.
"And don't ss with portals you don't understand. Seriously."
With a final, barely perceptible ripple in the stabilized air,
Arthur activated his Reality Blending and vanished, leaving the X-n and the Brotherhood alone in the suddenly quiet, slightly scorched marsh.
Arthur materialized directly back into the comms room in Japan, the scent of the crisis instantly replaced by the comforting aroma of Tifa's cooking.
He quickly stepped out into the living area, where Aerith was smiling at him, and Tifa was plating a steaming bowl of rice and savory curry.
"Took you six minutes, twelve seconds,"
Tifa noted, placing the food in front of him.
"Not bad, but that soup's going to need reheating."
Arthur grinned, the imnse pressure of his powers montarily forgotten.
"Couldn't be helped. Mutants were crowding the blast zone. Next ti, I'm just going to hit them with the Authority of Sloth first."
He picked up his chopsticks. He was ho.
The chaos was contained. And dinner was finally ready.
Hopefully, things won't get hectic while he rest in his ho world.
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