Lost Soul

MEETING WITH THE KRAKOANS

KRAKOA

The air around Krakoa grew tense as Peter Parker stepped out of the shimmering spider-crack portal. He wore a black three-piece suit with gold trims, his dark hair tousled by the sudden breeze, a stark white patch streaking through the front. His golden eyes, once warm and familiar, turned a deep crimson—an unmistakable sign of the power that surged within him. The island itself seemed to still for a moment as his presence took hold, radiating a quiet but undeniable threat.

Logan yanked his wrist free, stepping back, eyes narrowed in confusion. "Parker?"

Peter took a measured step forward, his gaze sweeping over the gathered mutants, each one standing ready for a fight. "Is this how the mutants treat their friends now?" His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. "By attacking them?"

Deadpool grinned beneath his mask. "Spidey! Look at you, all fancy and... terrifying. I love the new look! Crimson eyes? Classic intimidation. You've been reading up on villain aesthetics, haven't you?"

Peter's eyes briefly flicked to Deadpool, but he didn't respond. Instead, his focus returned to Logan and the rest of the Krakoan security team. Kwannon's hand subtly tightened on her sword, Kid Omega's telekinetic energy still flickered, but neither of them made a move.

Before anyone could speak, a heavy energy rippled through the island. Mutants of all ranks, from the simplest foot soldiers to the most powerful, felt it—a new, unknown entity on their land. The Silent Council, alerted by the island's psychic defenses, arrived moments later, led by Jean Grey, Moira MacTaggert, Rogue, Gambit, and Storm. Behind them, more mutants filtered in, their faces a mix of curiosity and wariness.