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Xavier School for Gifted

"Who is the Infinite Witch?"

In fact, neither Forseti nor Hela knew the exact origin of the Infinite Witch, but they had heard snippets from ancient legends.

In these scattered rumors of scales and claws, the Infinite Witch was described as mysterious and powerful—an overseer of the divine gates, a steward of cosmic order, and even a decision-maker.

There were tales suggesting that the enigmatic Infinite Witch might actually be the legendary Three Sisters of Fate.

Legends about the Three Sisters of Fate were numerous, yet no one had ever laid eyes on them. They were as elusive as the Infinite Witch herself.

Given that the Infinite Witch was associated with three women, it was inevitable that some would draw connections between them. The truth, however, remained obscure.

Forseti hesitated, then opened the Eye of Reckoning to secretly observe the three witches. He couldn't help but be surprised.

Ten layers of energy ripples!

No, it's eleven layers!

Upon closer inspection, Forseti realized that beyond the tenth layer, there was a vague additional layer of energy ripples, potentially reaching the eleventh or even higher.

Level 11 didn't necessarily mean eleventh-level energy; it could transcend into "infinite" levels. Forseti's powers clearly did not extend into the "infinite" realm, thus making quantification impossible.

This marked the distinction between mortals and true gods. Mortals, no matter how powerful, were limited; gods possessed boundless power, eternal and infinite.

Undoubtedly, apart from the Planet Devourer, the Infinite Three Witches before him were the most formidable entities Forseti had encountered.

Hmm... They seemed akin to the Planet Devourer.

After easily subduing Phoenix, the Infinite Three Witches turned their gaze towards Hela and Forseti.

When they noticed Forseti, their eyes seemed to linger a moment longer.

"Asgard too has its own fate," the three witches intoned before vanishing as if they had never been.

Forseti and Hela exchanged looks, sensing both confusion and a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

But before they could dwell on this further, Forseti noticed Jean Grey exposed to the vacuum of space, a perilous situation.

The Infinite Witch seemed indifferent to the fate of a mortal like Jean Grey, leaving her stranded in the universe's vacuum after expelling Phoenix, oblivious to her plight.

As an ordinary human without Phoenix's protective powers, Jean Grey was defenseless against the vacuum's lethal conditions. Within seconds, her skin began to swell and change color, showing signs of rapid decay.

Forseti swiftly flew over, using his remaining mana to quickly crystallize a thin layer of holy light around Jean Grey's body.

Though thin as plastic wrap, the Holy Light Crystal effectively halted her deterioration.

"Heimdallr, transport her to Charles Xavier's School," Forseti instructed urgently.

"Let me think..." Heimdallr hesitated momentarily, appearing indifferent to the urgency.

"...It's the mutant school in the United States, Xavier School for Gifted," Forseti reminded him.

Finally recalling, Heimdallr opened the Rainbow Bridge, whisking Jean Grey away to Professor X's school.

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Hours later, in a tidy ward, a group surrounded the unconscious Jean Grey lying on a hospital bed. Professor X sat nearby, preparing to assess her condition through brainwaves.

Due to timeline alterations, Charles Xavier's appearance differed from the original. He was no longer paralyzed or bald, resembling an ordinary elderly man.

Yet fate proved relentless, and time refused to relent.

Despite historical adjustments, Charles Xavier's appearance still mirrored elements from the original timeline, now sporting Mediterranean features.

When he looked down, a glint of light was visible above his head—a feature possibly worse than baldness, though at least giving a neat impression.

Professor X placed his hand on Jean Grey's forehead, frowning. "Hmm."

"What's wrong, Professor? Is Jean okay?" asked two men simultaneously.

One wore sunglasses with an angular face, while the other sported a beard, thick hair, and cold eyes, resembling a lone wolf in a leather jacket.

Cyclops and Wolverine shared a complex relationship with the woman on the bed.

Their query was met with unfriendly glances, especially Cyclops, whose gaze held particular hostility, even through dark sunglasses.

Professor X cleared his throat, quickly interrupting the tense atmosphere. "I haven't examined her, but I've detected a protective energy surrounding her."

Upon closer inspection, they noticed a faint golden glow enveloping Jean Grey, barely perceptible yet present.

"What is this?" they wondered aloud.

Professor X pondered briefly. "This energy is shielding her, and... it feels vaguely familiar."

"Yes, Charles," interjected an elderly man in white from the corner, his voice low. "It's that person's power. Decades later, I still remember it vividly."

Professor X glanced at him, smiling faintly. "So, Eric, he's still watching over us."

Magneto remained silent, the room's atmosphere growing slightly tense.

"You mentioned she was transported via rainbow?" Professor X asked.

"Yes, Professor. A rainbow-colored beam of light. Initially, we thought it might be an alien cannon set to obliterate Earth," a young student replied. "What could it signify?"

Professor X deliberated for a moment, then shook his head. "Let's set that aside for now."

The sparse holy light covering Jean Grey barely interfered with her brainwaves. Placing his hand on her forehead, Professor X quickly gleaned the outcome.

"Her... the power within her has vanished!" Professor X exclaimed in disbelief.

Having witnessed Jean Grey's growth, no one understood better than him the terrifying potential latent within her.

This power had been Jean Grey's bane, a constant source of worry for Professor X, who had painstakingly set up mental barriers to contain it.

Unexpectedly, this formidable power had abruptly dissipated, leaving Jean Grey's body.

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