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[Scene: Magneto's Manipulations]
Among mutants, some are drawn to conflict and aggression, while others, like Charles Xavier, embody peace and understanding.
Born into wealth in the United States, Charles' upbringing shaped him into a gentleman with a strong desire to foster mutual respect between mutants and humans. But now, that aspiration is under threat.
Sebastian Shaw, once a scientist at the Hellfire Club and now its Black King, has orchestrated a perilous scheme. This scheme threatens to push the United States and the Soviet Union into war over Cuba.
Aware that the consequences could be catastrophic, Charles knows he must intervene to prevent global conflict. Lives on both sides, mutant and human alike, hang in the balance.
Onboard their aircraft,
"Can't you fly faster, Hank?" Charles asked the pilot, a man resembling a blue-furred beast.
"We're already at top speed, faster than sound!" Hank replied in his booming voice. "We're nearing the Caribbean."
Charles nodded.
Sensing something, he turned to his close friend seated beside him. "Eric?"
Erik Lehnsherr stared at the floor, hands clenched, his jaw muscles tight with tension. "I must end him this time..."
"I understand your resolve, Erik," Charles said gently, "but do not let hatred consume you. It only hurts you."
"I know," Erik replied curtly, his eyes reflecting his deep-seated need for vengeance.
Charles hesitated, then fell silent. He had counseled Erik countless times, yet he knew the depth of Erik's desire for retribution.
He believed Erik would willingly sacrifice himself to bring down Sebastian Shaw, if it came to that.
A moment later, Hank announced, "We've arrived!"
Even as Hank spoke, the aircraft slowed, circling over the Caribbean Sea near the tense standoff between American and Soviet fleets.
Meanwhile, the Soviet missile carrier Aral Sea was barreling toward the blockade, the divide between peace and war narrowing to mere meters.
Charles pressed his hand to his temple, projecting his brainwaves outward. He sought out the Aral Sea, finding the lone surviving Soviet soldier aboard, and entered his consciousness.
Through the soldier's eyes, Charles saw the Crimson Dynamo at the helm of the missile carrier.
"Crimson Dynamo..."
Before he could finish his thought, the Crimson Dynamo detected the soldier observing him and swiftly ended the man's life.
Elsewhere,
As the Aral Sea neared the blockade, tension mounted on both American and Soviet ships, each preparing for imminent battle.
"Commander, the missile carrier will breach the blockade in fifteen seconds!" Soldiers on both sides anxiously reported to their commanders.
After a brief deliberation, the commanders issued the inevitable order: "Prepare to fire!"
"Yes, sir!" Soldiers, obeying their orders, replied with grim determination.
"Ten... nine... eight..."
Charles shuddered, feeling the soldier's final moments before his death. The anguish flowed through his brainwaves, causing him to gasp.
"All hands aboard the Aral Sea are dead. The Crimson Dynamo is aboard," Charles relayed to his team.
"What now?" Kraken, another mutant on the plane, asked.
"I'll handle it," Charles said, seeing the missile carrier about to breach the blockade.
Suppressing his pain, Charles extended his brainwaves once more, infiltrating the mind of a Soviet officer aboard the command ship.
With the officer under his control, Charles swiftly directed him to the missile console, where the officer fired a short-range missile. The missile streaked towards the Aral Sea, its fiery tail trailing behind. It was a desperate attempt to prevent war by destroying the rogue Soviet vessel.
"Boom!" The deafening explosion engulfed the Aral Sea, quelling the war crisis.
Seconds before impact, the Crimson Dynamo teleported away, reappearing aboard a nuclear submarine.
"What happened?" Sebastian Shaw frowned at the disheveled Crimson Dynamo.
"The Soviets destroyed their own transport ship. Our plan failed," the Crimson Dynamo reported breathlessly.
Shaw's expression darkened. "They're here."
He rose from his seat, donning a helmet. "Maximize reactor power. I intend to absorb its energy undisturbed."
With that, he entered a chamber lined with blue crystals, sealing himself off from the outside world.
At its center lay two metal rods connected to the submarine's reactor, conduits for the most potent energy known to man—atomic energy.
Taking a deep breath, Shaw gripped the rods. Atomic energy surged forth, flooding into his body.
The Soviets' self-destruction left both US and Soviet forces bewildered. Most Soviet troops were equally confounded by the turn of events.
Nevertheless, the threat of global war had been averted, restoring hope for peace—a relief shared by all.
Troops on both sides stood down, and tensions eased. The Soviet officer who fired the missile under Charles' influence was quietly reprimanded for his unauthorized action.
The Soviet commander reached out to the United States, explaining the incident. "Our transport ship lost control. Neither of us desires a world war. I suspect someone may be provoking us..."
"You're not alone in that suspicion. Our mutual foe is the instigator," the United States responded, forging an unexpected unity.
Back on the plane, Hank adjusted their course. Turning to Charles, he remarked, "Professor, that missile you launched nearly took us out."
Unfazed, Charles gazed out the window, deep in thought.
"What's wrong, Professor?" Kraken asked.
After a moment's silence, Charles replied gravely, "I sensed an unfamiliar presence in my brainwave range earlier. The power emanating from it... It defies description."
His tone held a weight of concern. This was the first time he had encountered such formidable power, one that might surpass even Sebastian Shaw's.
"Could it be Shaw?" Erik interjected suddenly, his eyes flashing with intensity.
Charles shook his head. "No, this entity feels... stronger than Shaw."
"What could it be?" The others exchanged uncertain glances, unable to fathom a force more potent than Sebastian Shaw, the Black King.
"For now, let's focus on locating Shaw. Eric, that task falls to you. Use your magnetic senses to find his submarine."
"Understood," Erik replied tersely.
He leapt from the aircraft, diving into the depths below. Using his magnetic abilities, he pinpointed Shaw's nuclear submarine.
With Erik's coordinates in mind, Charles directed him telepathically. "Shaw's located there. Go."
"Very well." Erik took a deep breath, then left the cabin, standing at the aircraft's bow.
Among mutants, Erik possessed one of the most formidable abilities—the manipulation of magnetic fields. This power earned him a name that would echo through history—Magneto.
Sebastian Shaw himself had unlocked this potential in Erik, but at a terrible cost. Erik had witnessed his mother's tragic death at Shaw's hands—a memory that haunted his every waking moment and tormented his dreams.
Every day, he lived with a burning desire for revenge. Now, closer than ever to his goal, that desire blazed within him.
Driven by his thirst for vengeance, Erik unleashed unprecedented power. A potent magnetic field enveloped the submarine beneath the waves.
"Splash—"
Waves surged around the submarine as it breached the surface, propelled upwards by unseen forces.
Erik trembled violently, veins bulging on his forehead, bloodshot eyes betraying the intensity of his focus.
Revenge.
His inner voice roared.
Charles sensed Erik's turmoil and reached out telepathically. "Erik, remember what I've told you. Don't let hatred consume you. Find balance between anger and serenity—that's where your true strength lies."
Perhaps Charles' words struck a chord. Despite the strain, Erik persisted, bringing the nuclear submarine into the open.
"Boom—"
The submarine's propellers roared to life, pushing it skyward. The water churned violently as it breached the surface, showering the coast with a deluge of seawater.
Watching the colossal vessel emerge, soldiers from both sides of the conflict stared in disbelief. "Unbelievable!"
Forseti, who witnessed the spectacle from the shore, could only mutter, "As expected..."
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