Cape Citadel
An American military stronghold situated along the Florida coastline, safeguarded by layers of steel, cutting-edge radar systems. It was a place where missiles lay dormant, and where men, with a single command, wielded the power of gods.
Today, however, that fortress stood under siege.
Ordinarily, regardless of the identity of any would-be attacker, those stationed within Cape Citadel remained steadfast in their confidence.
The personnel here were not just soldiers—they were the embodiment of the word 'elite.' After all, who would dare to mount an assault on such an impenetrable facility?
But today defied precedent.
A small contingent of terrorists had launched an attack. Their numbers were few, yet the terror they unleashed was unparalleled. The defenders—those who had trained for the worst—were confronted with something they had never imagined.
Leading the charge was a man with green skin and an elongated tongue, resembling a toad more than a human. Beside him, a woman with icy-blue skin and glacial eyes displayed combat prowess that reduced even the most seasoned elite operatives to helpless onlookers.
Others in their group were equally extraordinary, wielding powers far beyond the realm of human understanding.
Yet none of them inspired as much dread as the man at their helm.
Draped in crimson and violet, cloaked in both arrogance and unshakable purpose.
Magneto.
His name alone had the power to silence a room.
Regarded as the most dangerous mutant alive, the world labeled him a terrorist. He saw himself as something else entirely: the harbinger of a new era.
He hovered inches above the ground, his cape unfurling behind him like a war banner. All around him, firearms twisted and contorted like paper, tanks imploded upon themselves, and steel-reinforced doors peeled open as though made of tinfoil. With a mere motion of his hand, entire defensive systems were rendered obsolete.
Magneto's gaze swept across the compound. He gave a slow, deliberate nod.
Just as Mystique had described.
Everything was in position—nuclear launch codes, uplinks to satellite controls, and prototype weapons hidden beneath the base. All now within his grasp.
So long as nothing interfered, today would signal the dawn of a new era.
"A nation fears what it cannot control," Magneto said quietly, his tone calm and resolute. "But soon, they will learn what it means to bow."
He did not seek wealth. He had no interest in fame. What Magneto demanded was recognition. Submission. A world that would no longer see mutants as aberrations or threats—but as rulers. As the future itself.
Cape Citadel was merely the opening move. A demonstration of mutant supremacy against the most advanced weapons humanity could muster.
After today, the message would be clear: Homo sapiens no longer reigned supreme. Homo superior had arrived—led by Magneto.
He raised a hand. The earth trembled beneath him.
"Let them witness the birth of a new age," he declared, his eyes blazing with purpose. "Let the rulers of men know fear."
And with that, Magneto acted.
...
The events at Cape Citadel rapidly dominated news broadcasts across the globe. The government had neither concealed the attack nor attempted to. In truth, it couldn't.
Given Magneto's dramatic tendencies, they fully expected him to seize a broadcast channel to spread his message. It was better, they concluded, to inform the public themselves while attempting to manage the fallout.
"An unprecedented assault on Cape Citadel…"
"Mutant extremists, led by the known terrorist Magneto…"
"Authorities continue to assess the damage, though early reports indicate—"
The television was abruptly shut off. Charles Xavier sat in silence, his expression more severe than ever before. He had envisioned countless strategies to shift public perception regarding mutants. In an instant, Magneto had shattered them all.
Jean Grey, observing Charles's stern expression, felt a deep sense of sorrow. She had never seen him so angry before. She knew how tirelessly he worked for peace—and how this incident would only make that work infinitely harder.
"Huh. At least you won the bet," came Hela's smug remark. "Your school and the X-Men went more than a week without incident. Must be the magic of being newbies."
Jean's brow twitched in irritation. Was this really the time for jokes? 'Still… is it truly destined for the future to descend into chaos? Am I really to become some god's avatar?'
She had hoped—naïvely perhaps—that Hela's warnings had been exaggerations. That the future wouldn't unravel like a comic book storyline. But now… she clenched her teeth.
In contrast to Jean and Charles's distress, the others in the room did not share the same solemnity. Bobby and Warren, in fact, appeared intrigued—perhaps even excited. After all, what boy hadn't fantasized about becoming a superhero and saving the world?
Still oblivious to the full gravity of the situation, Bobby turned to Professor Xavier with a question.
"Professor, when are we going to step in? I don't think the government can stop Magneto."
And he was right. Magneto was a threat of the highest order. Conventional weaponry had little to no effect on him.
Before Xavier could respond, Hank, who had been focused intently on a compact computer device, spoke up.
"Charles, I think you'll want to turn the TV back on. The situation has… evolved."
Something was terribly wrong. Charles picked up the remote and turned the screen back on.
A new image appeared—one far more ominous than before.
Magneto, his helmet gleaming in the firelight of the ruined military base, stood before a camera.
"People of the world," his voice echoed through every speaker, calm yet forceful. "You have been deceived."
"For generations, you have called us freaks. Abominations. Threats." His eyes burned with fury. "But today, you will call us what we truly are—your betters."
Behind him, the remains of Cape Citadel smoldered. A missile, torn from its housing, hovered ominously above the wreckage, held aloft like a grotesque trophy.
"This was not an attack," Magneto continued. "It was a demonstration. A glimpse of the power you've spent your history denying." He raised his hand, and the missile crumpled effortlessly, reduced to twisted metal. "You built your world on steel and fire, convinced of your invincibility. But your weapons are playthings to us."
The camera panned outward, revealing his allies—Mystique, Toad, and the others—standing like sentinels of the new world.
"The era of humanity's rule has ended. The era of mutants has begun."
The broadcast ended as abruptly as it had begun.
...
"Well," Hela murmured, her tone low, "that escalated quickly."
She hadn't expected things to grow so exciting so soon. This was shaping up to be a quintessential first mission for the X-Men—facing Magneto after he had seized Cape Citadel.
Truthfully, she had intended to return to Hel to examine the rewards she had recently accumulated. One in particular was especially promising, and she was eager to see how Viper was progressing as well. But clearly, those plans would have to wait.
"Wow. Gotta admit, Magneto looked kind of cool back there," Bobby commented. "But seriously—does he really believe he can bring the government to its knees just like that?"
Like most civilians, Bobby didn't fully grasp the strategic significance of Cape Citadel.
Not yet.
END OF THE CHAPTER
And so, it's the end of me using A.I for 50% of the contents and less than 2.000 words chapter if god allow. 😤