It had been a tense night in Limbo. Illyana had carved open a stepping disc with her Soulsword, meant to return her to the X-Mansion. The edges of the portal flickered strangely, colors bleeding wrong, but she forced herself through anyway.

Instead of the familiar hallways of the school, she stumbled onto cracked pavement beneath foreign neon signs, the night air thick with smoke and rain. Her blade still glowed in her grip as she looked around sharply.

“…Great. Just perfect.”