Not long after the Lorien departed, Charles and Erik each ca to bid Alex farewell.
The creation of a mutant nation wasn't sothing they could finalize over a week of strategy sessions. It would be a long, winding road filled with challenges—diplomatic, political, even ideological.
From now on, the real work began.
"Leaving already?" Raven's voice held a note of reluctance as she looked at Charles and Erik.
Over the past few days, seeing them fighting side by side with Alex had stirred mories—faint echoes of the old days. For a brief mont, it had felt like the fractured family was whole again.
Now that they were leaving, it was hard not to feel the sting.
Hank adjusted his glasses but said nothing. Still, the sentint was plain in his eyes—he felt it too.
Charles offered a gentle smile. "We'll be back, Raven. Often."
Erik nodded. "And yes, I know you've been waiting to hear it: Charles, Alex, and I are on the sa side again." He smirked. "For real this ti."
"Really? That's... amazing!" Raven bead, eyes lighting up with a rare, genuine joy.
Hank's usually restrained expression cracked into a smile.
"Alex!"
Scott Sumrs jogged over, stopping a few feet short of Alex, looking hesitant. "Would it be alright if I stayed with Charles for a few days? He's invited a few tis."
During the battle against the Decepticons, Scott had bonded with the young mutants at Charles's base—Havok, Banshee, and the others. Whether because of shared age or the presence of his brother, he felt at ho with them.
"Of course," Alex said without hesitation. "Go ahead."
Scott grinned, and the others looked just as thrilled.
Once Charles and Erik had departed, it didn't take long before Alex's inner circle gathered around him.
Emma Frost crossed her arms, brows raised. Copycat leaned in. Even Hank and Raven had a glint of curiosity in their eyes.
"So," Emma began, "what exactly did the three of you cook up behind closed doors?"
It was obvious sothing major had gone down. With Alex's power, it had to be world-shaking.
Alex didn't keep them guessing. He laid it out in full—his plan for a sovereign mutant nation.
The room fell into stunned silence.
A mutant nation? That wasn't ambition—that was audacity on a historic scale.
But once the shock wore off, it was quickly replaced by sothing else: belief. Determination. Even Emma and Copycat, who had once followed Alex for power alone, felt a pull toward the cause.
This wasn't just a mission anymore. It was a revolution.
"Alright," Alex said, waving a hand. "Founding a nation won't happen overnight. We'll take it one step at a ti. For now, fill in on the current situation."
The war with the Decepticons had earned mutants public praise and dia admiration. But Alex wasn't naïve. Public narrative was a surface-level illusion. To truly gauge the temperature of the world, one needed to go deeper.
That's where Emma ca in—with Cerebro.
She gave a casual shrug. "Well, the good news is, your efforts weren't in vain."
"Everyone knows it was mutants who saved the country—hell, the whole planet—from an alien invasion. Public opinion has shifted. There are still skeptics, but most people genuinely support us now."
She paused. "But the governnt?"
Her lips curled into a cold, disdainful smirk. "They're not celebrating. They're scared."
"They didn't see heroes—they saw power. Terrifying, uncontrollable power."
"To them, mutants are still monsters. Maybe more so now than ever before."
Raven threw up her hands. "Why am I not surprised? Politicians always think with their egos first."
Emma nodded. "Exactly. The public sees protectors. The powerful see threats."
"And Alex—there's sothing else."
She pulled a slim file from behind her and tossed it onto the table.
"Certain groups, backed by so very old money, have already started developing counterasures against mutants."
She tapped the folder with a manicured finger. "et this guy."
"Bolivar Trask. Weapons engineer. Military darling. He's been quietly working on sothing big."
Alex narrowed his eyes. The na rang a bell.
"Trask?"
Emma's expression turned grim. "The mastermind behind the Sentinels."
A chill settled over the room.
Everyone knew the na.
Everyone knew what it ant.
The nightmare was no longer a distant future—it had already begun.
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