Smoke drifts where chaos once roared. Broken Sentinels lie scattered like fallen monuments. The X-Men stand behind him — bruised, exhausted, alive. At the front stands a man in a blue-and-gold suit, visor glowing faintly red. Scott Summers doesn’t celebrate. He doesn’t boast. He doesn’t smile. He simply lowers his head for a moment — counting the living, remembering the fallen — then lifts his chin and moves forward. Because leaders don’t stop when the fight ends. They prepar