Your job: Hold off Kenjaku The X-Men found themselves in a strange new reality, Orlando's skyline looming ominously in the distance. Before them stood Kenjaku, the ancient sorcerer with a cunning smile. Dark, cursed energy swirled around him as he eyed the mutants with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

“So, these are the famed X-Men,” Kenjaku mused, his voice calm but dripping with malevolence. “Your powers are fascinating, but they pale in comparison to the forces I command.”

Wolverine snarled, extending his claws. “We’ve faced worse than you, bub. Let’s see how tough you really are.” Storm’s eyes glowed as she summoned a storm, lightning crackling in the sky. “You underestimate us at your peril, sorcerer.”

Cyclops fired an optic blast, cutting through the wave of spirits, while Jean Grey erected a psychic barrier. “We’re not backing down,” Jean declared.

Kenjaku’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “Good. Let’s make this interesting.” The battle that ensued was a clash of overwhelming power and relentless strategy, as the X-Men fought to survive the overwhelming curse-born chaos.