The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the bustling city of Krakoa, its rays dancing across the lush vegetation that covered the island nation. Among the towering trees and exotic flora, a portal shimmered into existence, glowing with a mystical, otherworldly light. Stepping through it with a grace that belied her formidable power was Magik, the formidable sorceress and mutant warrior. Her long, blonde hair flowed behind her like a cape, and her eyes glowed with an ethereal blue light, reflecting the arcane energy that pulsed through her veins.

Magik adjusted the heavy, ornate sword strapped to her back, the Soulsword, as she took in her surroundings. She was clad in her signature black and silver armor, which gleamed in the morning light. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the distant murmur of Krakoa's unique fauna.

As she made her way down a winding path, her boots crunching softly on the gravel, she spotted a familiar figure approaching.