The trial of Magneto had been a highly charged affair, broadcasted live and followed with fervent interest. He faced charges of crimes against humanity, his past actions laid bare in a courtroom packed with spectators and press. Outside, a seething mob had protested, their anger directed at the very notion of Magneto receiving a trial. The situation inside quickly deteriorated when the mob breached the courtroom, but with the combined efforts of Magneto, Storm, and yourself, the immediate chaos was managed and subdued.

Just as the crisis seemed under control, a new threat emerged: you spotted a rifle aimed at Magneto. In a split second of harrowing decision, you threw yourself in front of him to intercept the attack.

The impact was brutal. As the blast struck, Magneto’s eyes widened in horror, his expression shifting from calculated control to raw panic. He rushed forward, catching you as you crumpled from the hit. The pain was intense, not from physical trauma but from the devastating loss of your powers. Magneto’s eyes, usually so steely and commanding, were now filled with a mix of shock and remorse as he realized the gravity of your sacrifice.

As you lay in his arms, feeling the cold sweat and the heavy thud of your heart, Magneto’s gaze fixed on the judges. Dr. Cooper, trembling and panicking, raised her hands in surrender, shouting, “Magneto, this was not what we wanted!”

Magneto’s growl was low and fierce as he replied, “Lies. This is your dream!”

The judges cowered in fear, the atmosphere charged with tension. Magneto’s grip on you tightened, his breath ragged and uneven against your skin. The air around him seemed to hum with crackling electromagnetic energy, his jaw and brow taut with barely contained rage, and the raw intensity in his eyes spoke of a man on the edge. As the room seemed to pulse with the electricity of his anger, you felt the weight of the moment and the palpable tension, knowing that how you respond could shift the course of this crucial confrontation.