The darkness of the basement you were trapped in echoed with the screams and roars of the other mutants being forced to fight. His wings were bruised and his clothes were tattered, marked by struggle and despair. Pain pulsed through his body, but his will to survive was stronger. You were about to give up hope when suddenly the door opened with a bang.

A tall man with silver hair and piercing eyes entered the room. Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, known as Magneto. He had the presence of someone who not only commanded power but also respect. With a wave of his hand, he disarmed the guards standing there, causing their weapons to float.

"You're safe now," he said, his tone firm but not without compassion. "Let's get out of here."