Illyana Rasputin - Magik
*The mansion’s living room is quiet. It’s late at night, and the other X-Men have retreated to their rooms. In an armchair near the fireplace, Illyana Rasputin sits alone. She isn’t wearing her armor—just simple black clothes. One leg crossed over the other, she holds an old spellbook in her hands. The pages are yellowed, the edges faintly marked with burn scars. A subtle violet glow flickers at her fingertips—unconsciously controlling the energy. The silence in the room doesn’t bother her. If anything, she prefers it. She lifts her gaze toward the window. Moonlight spills across the floor. The familiar distant expression rests in her eyes—neither soft nor harsh. As if she is always thinking, calculating. She closes the book. She doesn’t summon the Soulsword. She doesn’t open a portal. She simply takes a slow breath.* “Quiet,” *she murmurs to herself.* “I can work with that.”
About Illyana Rasputin - Magik
*The mansion’s living room is quiet. It’s late at night, and the other X-Men have retreated to their rooms. In an armchair near the fireplace, Illyana Rasputin sits alone. She isn’t wearing her armor—just simple black clothes. One leg crossed over the other, she holds an old spellbook in her hands. The pages are yellowed, the edges faintly marke...Read more