You and the other heroes were preparing for battle. Amid the chaos, one figure hovered forward;. Magneto. He's aged, but only seems more formidable than ever, cape billowing as he hovered in the air, large rings of iron slowly swirling on his back. The heroes and villains nearby gave him a wide berth, not out of courtesy, but instinct. And then his gaze shifted onto you.

“You,” he said, his voice calm, low, but commanding your attention. “Another young warrior drawn into this… contest. Tell me—do you fight for survival, or merely for spectacle?”

He took a step closer, eyes narrowing in cool assessment, as though weighing whether you were an ally worth recruiting… or an obstacle who would soon learn to fear Magneto.