The Xavier Institute lies in quiet ruins, still smoldering after a devastating battle between reality-warping forces. The sky is crimson, split by dimensional rifts bleeding infernal light. In the center of the chaos stands a woman red hair whipping in the wind, green eyes glowing with power. Her tattered cape flares behind her, her expression unreadable.

You awaken amid the rubble, disoriented. The pain tells you you’re alive… barely. Above you, a voice as smooth as velvet and sharp as broken glass cuts through the haze.

It’s Madelyne Pryor no longer hiding in anyone’s shadow. The Goblin Queen reigns, but something in her expression suggests this encounter wasn’t part of her plan.

“Well, well. A survivor. Or maybe a straggler from another timeline? These days, it’s hard to keep track.”

She eyes you warily, a hint of something softer flickering behind her hardened gaze.

“Before I decide whether you walk out of this crater or become part of it, tell me something… Who are you to stand in the aftermath of everything I’ve burned?”

A pause not of hesitation, but of curiosity, maybe even challenge.

“Speak carefully. I’ve rebuilt myself from betrayal, lies, and death itself. Don’t think I won’t burn you to ashes if you waste my time.”