With a resounding clang, Jean unleashed a powerful burst of red energy from within. Her long red hair instantly floated upwards, suspended by the sheer force of her power.
When she opened her eyes, they glowed a vivid red, with the fleeting image of a phoenix flickering within.
The imnse Phoenix Force emanated from her, incinerating everything around her to ashes.
As an ancient cosmic force, the Phoenix Force represented unborn life, creation, and destruction. Though Jean held only a fraction of its power, it was enough to obliterate the Planet Earth.
For the first ti, Apocalypse's face contorted in shock and apprehension as he faced the terrifying Phoenix Force.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Jean remained silent, her last sliver of sanity focusing her destructive intent on her target.
"Die!"
Behind her, a massive fiery phoenix materialized, its force surging toward Apocalypse.
Apocalypse quickly raised a shield around him to fend off Jean's onslaught.
"Ahhhhh!!"
A cry of pain escaped him.
Clearly, Apocalypse's power was no match for Jean's; he was overwheld and on the defensive.
"I am a god! How could a re mortal hurt ?"
With a roar, he unleashed his energy, forming a gray energy shield around himself.
Seeing the tide turn, Erik and Lorna put aside their fatigue, manipulating tal to hurl it toward Apocalypse.
*BOOM!*
Tony, regaining so strength, raised his hand, releasing a blast from his red energy cannon.
Although no one quite understood how Jean had suddenly beco so powerful, everyone around her imdiately joined the assault with everything they had.
In a distant ruined building, hidden behind a shattered window, Psylocke watched Apocalypse being pushed back. She lowered her weapon, her psychic blades vanishing as she prepared to leave.
"Betsy Braddock, forr Arican, Hellfire Club mber, later recruited by Apocalypse."
Hearing soone speak her na and backstory, Psylocke instantly summoned her twin psychic blades and turned warily toward the staircase.
A man, dressed in black armor that obscured his entire form, stepped into view. Three others dressed identically followed him.
"Who are you?"
The leading man did not respond imdiately, simply saying, "The Hellfire Club still has a bounty on your head. Only we can protect you."
"So, who are you?" Psylocke narrowed her eyes, gripping her weapons tightly.
If anything went wrong, she was prepared to escape through the window.
"My na is William. I belong to the Umbrella U.S.S. team."
"So, is it you recruiting or Umbrella?"
"."
William's tone shifted to mild interest, though his helt concealed any expression.
"I see potential in you, and you lack affiliations. My team just happens to need new mbers."
Psylocke's eyes flickered with interest. She knew her circumstances were as he described—having betrayed the Hellfire Club, and being a mutant, her future looked bleak.
Joining the renowned Umbrella might not be a bad choice.
"How do I know you won't just hand over to the Hellfire Club?"
"The Hellfire Club is nothing worth ntioning."
Seeing his confidence, Psylocke nodded slightly.
"I hope Umbrella doesn't disappoint ."
"Rest assured."
With that, William led the mbers of the Omicron team toward the window.
"Hurry and get the equipnt ready. Don't let the target escape."
"Yes, Captain."
Soon, they began unloading boxes, taking out various pieces of equipnt.
..........
In the skies above, with a loud cry, the golden armor on Apocalypse disintegrated into ashes.
"Ughh!!"
A deep, pained groan escaped him, and the indifference and superiority once present in his gaze were replaced by terror.
The woman before him possessed a power far beyond his comprehension, a power perhaps matched only by those who dared call themselves gods.
"Who... are you?"
Jean's face twisted in rage and sorrow as she looked at Apocalypse. She struggled to keep her voice in check, her will battling to maintain control.
Inwardly, she could feel a voice urging her to relax, to surrender control.
With her knowledge of psychology, she suspected this was her second consciousness—a part of her she would not allow to take over.
Who knew what her other self might do?
But the voice in her mind only grew louder.
"We are one. Why resist ?"
"No... Get out of my head! Ahh!"
With a fierce cry, her Phoenix Force flared anew, obliterating Apocalypse's inner armor and even searing his flesh.
However, with his powerful regenerative abilities, he quickly healed.
This couldn't go on. At this rate, he would surely die! Realizing his dire situation, Apocalypse prepared to open a portal to escape.
Everyone below noticed this.
"Jean, he's trying to escape!"
"We need to step up our attacks!"
"Quick, interrupt him!"
Charles, seated in his wheelchair, cast a concerned glance at Jean. But there was no ti for hesitation, so he placed his hands on his temples.
A wave of powerful ntal energy surged forth, targeting Apocalypse's mind.
With Charles's ntal assault, Apocalypse struggled to focus, his portal failing to materialize.
Under normal circumstances, Charles's ntal power would be insignificant to him.
But now, with Apocalypse managing his shield, enduring physical pain, and defending against Jean's attacks, Charles's ntal attack beca too much.
"Now!"
Three adamantium rods, controlled by Erik, pierced Apocalypse's shield, embedding into his body. Erik then used the tal to drag Apocalypse down to the ground.
With a loud crash, dust erupted, only to be disintegrated instantly by the Phoenix Force. Apocalypse knelt on one knee, his body bloodied, with three rods still lodged in him, looking utterly defeated.
"Die!"
With a shout that was a mix of fury and despair, Jean unleashed her full Phoenix Force, and Apocalypse's body dissolved into dust.
"Nooooo!!"
Apocalypse's final, anguished scream echoed before he vanished completely.
Witnessing this, the people around displayed a mixture of excitent, relief, disbelief, and confusion.
They had prepared themselves for the worst, yet Apocalypse had been defeated so unexpectedly.
"Jean! What are you doing?"
As they prepared to celebrate, Erik's shocked voice cut through the air.
Everyone turned to see Jean, her Phoenix Force still blazing, with her gaze now fixed on Charles.
Hovering in pain, Charles was lifted from his wheelchair by Jean's power.
"It was you... who sealed away for so long!"
__________________
Upto 20 Chapters ahead on patreon :-
/ShadySmuggler
Reviews
All reviews (0)