The ragtag group of mutants were trying to savour the fleeting illusion of peace in their rundown motel room. Patching their wounds and trading weary glances, they pretended, just for a moment, that the storm wasn't already breathing down their necks.
Sleeping was the only thing that could calm their minds. As such, they squeezed into the small room and began snoring the night away. While they did, someone else was watching the city unravel with a twisted smile tugging at his lips.
It had only been a few hours since they had arrived in New York, and already, chaos had blossomed in their wake.
Mutant battles, destruction, bodies. It was impossible to miss, and whispers of their appearance had spread quickly.
And among the very first to hear them was none other than... Nyx.
He had been expecting them. It wasn't an if, but simply a matter of time. And now that they were finally dancing in his theatre, he had the best seat in the house.
