There were three factions running Rachel's mind right now. The deep-seated illusion implanted by Lady Mastermind, the struggling portion of her own powerful mind, and the ever mercurial Phoenix.
The attacks were getting through her shields, wearing her down, and broke down the walls of the illusion. That part of her was done.
But not yet bringing her own mind to the surface.
For a moment, she seemed lost in a corona of bird-shaped flames. When it subsided, the Hellfire costume had been replaced by one in red and gold, familiar and frightening to any X-Man.
"Who dares to try and cage the Phoenix?"
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