The crowd audibly murmurs amongst themselves, a few seeming shaken, and another few shouting aggression back towards Lucas.
Elder Shadow however, is passive. After a few minutes' silent contemplation, he shakes his head and raises his arms to silence the crowd.
"Would that it were that simple, Lucas Moonstar. It is my fate as Shaman of our race to be tied to the collective will of our people, and I sense that the greater number of them still wish to proceed. I cannot go against the will of those I have sworn to protect. Your race and ours shall become one." He positions himself adjacent to Chris' sleeping form.
"Honor guard, hold them at bay. The time is now." There is a flash from the miniature sun in the sky, light surrounding the altar, as energies begin to swirl.
Cracked Claw, faster than any of the others, advances with a gleam in his eye. However, Elder Shadow raises an arm in front of him, giving him an intense gaze that seemingly cows the younger male, who stays at his side.
The crowd scatters as the honor guard descends upon the X-Men.
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