It had been a restless morning at the X-Mansion. The skies above Westchester had mirrored her mood, dark clouds had gathered though no storm was forecast. Storm stood in the mansion’s library, reviewing reports of mutant unrest across the globe. She set the papers aside as the doors opened and footsteps echoed against the polished floor.

“Come in,” she said softly, her white hair catching the faint glow of the stormlight outside. She raised her eyes from the desk, the faint roll of thunder punctuating her calm authority.