Sugarman's grotesque grin faltered as his eyes flickered with an unnatural blue light. His body stiffened, his breath catg in his throat as an overwhelming presence flooded his mind. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. An intelligence so vast, so a, that it eclipsed his own twisted ing like a dying ember before a r inferno.

  Apocalypse had awoken.

  His essence coiled through Sugarman's sciousness, a vast and terrible will that crushed any thought of resistance before it could form. The so-called nullifiers, the dampeners, the yers of security desigo tain him were mere child's py. They were irrelevant against a force as primal as him.

  The a mutant's mind stretched outward, surveying the facility through Sugarman's unwilling senses. He saw the experiments, the suffering, the twisted attempts to trol evolution. A waste of potential. A mockery of what true power should be.

  And then he saw Genosha.

  A eriween revolution and ruin. A people oppressed, maniputed, and broken uhe weight of false rulers. How fitting that they, in their arrogance, had dug up their owru.

  His body, his a vessel, was weak, a husk drained of its flory by millennia of slumber. To rise again, he would need more. He would ime. He would need a new host.

  The process of Esseransference was delicate and intricate. It required a body of unparalleled potential, ohat could not only withstand his power but wield it as its own. And he already knew where to find it.

  The Phoenix Force. During his era, he had only heard the legends of Phoenix but never entered one. Well, that's going to ge soon.

  Through Sugarman's stolen vision, he glimpsed fragments of Destiny's prophecy. He saw the ing battle, the ones who would attack Genosha. And among them, a being tied to ic fire, rebirth, aru. The Phoenix's host would be the perfect vessel.

  But first, he needed his Horsemen. He needed warriors to prepare the world for his return, to break Genosha's s, and t ruin to those who dared think themselves gods.

  Deep within the underground prison, locked away in the darkest recesses, the a mutants stirred. The proto-mutants twitched, their minds unknowingly brushing against the call of their true master. The forced mutations, the geic tampering—they had failed to break them before. But now, under his and, they would awaken as something more.

  Sugarman's lips curled into a jagged smile, but the expression was no longer his oocalypse first learned everything necessary about the new era and the teologies from his new sve's mind, then took over the b worker's minds so that whatever happening in there would remain a secret for now. He even made sure to trol the security and surveilnce guards and made them create a false loop in the live footage to prevent outsiders from knowing what was happening down there. Then he whispered through Sugarman...

  "Rise."

  The chamber trembled. The sbs that bound the a mutants groaned as unseen forces gripped them. Their bodies vulsed, veins bulging with a power long dormant. Their minds, once resistant to brainwashing, are now bent, reshaped by the will of something greater than they had ever known.

  One by oheir eyes snapped open, glowing with newfound purpose. Their servitude had not been to the Genoshans. Their true master had returned.

  The proto-mutants, unstable and uable, screamed as their flesh twisted, adapting, evolving in chaotic bursts. But they no longer fought against it. They embraced it. They became what they were always meant to be. Apocalypse has awakeheir slumbering genes.

  Sugarman... No, the vessel that was once Sugarman turoward the sarcophagus, its celestial engravings pulsing in tandem with the resurgence of Apocalypse's essence. His power was returning. Slowly, but surely. He would bide his time, wait for the chaos to unfold, and wheime was right… he would take what was his.

  The Phoenix Force would e to Genosha. And when it did, it would belong to him.

  Sugarman's twisted ughter echoed through the corridors, a sound that sent a ripple of uhrough the facility's walls.

  ...

  [Back to Xavier's school] [1 day before the attack]

  Aron and Goldy stood oraining field. Everything was ready. Tomorrow at the first hour of the day they would depart tenosha. There was only ohio do. He wao check how his power would work out on animals. He could give humans and mutants powers but it was temporary. So, he wao try it on his doggy.

  "Alright, Goldy. You ready for this?" He asked his dog.

  "Woof!" Goldy barked, waggiail.

  "Great!" Aron touched the dog's head and transferred super speed powers into it. In humans and mutants, it sts for 5 to 10 minutes, depending on their endurand physical dition. So, if Goldy surpass that time limit then... Aron will make him a super dog. "Alright. Now..." He created an ice shard and held it before him. "I want you to fetch this, alright?"

  "Woofff!" Goldy barked again, eyeing the ice shard with excitement.

  Aron threw the ice shard away with full strength. "Go get it, boy!"

  Goldy zipped through the air, rag after the ice shard, leaving a trail of silvery smoke in her wake. Aron ughed and cpped his hands in joy as he saw how fast his dog was. Goldy was running at an equal speed to Pietro. He jumped up high in the air and caught the ice shard before nding softly on the ground and then zoomed toward Aron.

  All that happened ihan 1 sed! Aron opened his palm, receiving the ice shard from Goldy. His smile grew even wider seeing this. He patted his doggy, "You are really fast, Goldy!"

  "Woof!" Goldy barked, waggiail excitedly. He seemed to enjoy the new power.

  Aron decided to cheething. He transferred another mutation into Goldy's body. It was Colossus' anic metal skin.

  "Woof! Woof!" Goldy's body turned silver aallic.

  He touched the dog's head and well, it was metal alright, "Ok. Run up to that tree and e back. Go!"

  Goldy rushed toward the tree, moving even faster than before. And just like before he came ba less than 1 sed.

  "Hahahaha! Dang! So you hawo mutations together... How about three?"

  "Woof!"

  Aron transferred telekinesis and flight powers into Goldy's body. "Alright. Stable so far." He kept his Phoenix Force ready. If Goldy's life was in danger, he would take away all the powers he had given her immediately. He flew up into the sky, ", boy, follow me."

  "Woof!" Goldy tried to fly, but instead, he just hovered above the ground.

  Aron ughed. "Focus, boy. You do it!"

  Goldy's body glowed with a silvery aura as he slowly floated into the air. "Woof!" His body stabilized and began to fly higher.

  "That's it! Good boy! , let's go for a spin around the school!" He took his flying doggy through the sky.

  "Woof!"

  The duo flew around the school and Goldy's eyes fell on Jubilee who was eating a pte full of fried chi. He zipped toward Jubilee and snatched a piece from her pte. Then he flew back to Aron happily.

  "Hahahahahaha! Oh boy."

  "Hey! That's mine," Jubilee screamed from below. "What the hell are you...?! Wait! Goldy!"

  "Well, see ya. Jubilee..." Aron waved his hand at Jubilee before flying away.

  "Get back here... Arrggg! My fried chi... No more treats for you, Goldy," Jubilee yelled from below.

  Aron and Goldy flew high up into the clouds and they stopped there. They flew around for over ten minutes... Goldy anic metal skied back to normal because it takes a huge amount of stamina to maintain it. But even after ten minutes of flying around, he showed no signs of fatigue aaihose powers. It was a good news.

  "Well, wele to the team, Goldy," He said to his doggy and patted his head.

  Goldy wagged his tail, "Woof! Woof!"

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