For months, the metahuman conflict had been relatively peaceful -- In comparison to it's tragic history.
All, however, until the NGod's flew into the limelight and reignited the flames of war.
Weapon X knew it was an obvious inevitability until these so called "Gods" wrecked havoc upon the world in spectacular fashion.
It would be a cataclysm of death for mutant and humans alike.
If a stronghold like the mighty Venezuela was unable to deter these False God's, what would the Registration Act do? The Devil's Heir, since the events of the NGod attack on his home country, saw clarity. To keep mutant kind safe; it could no longer rely upon simple brute force nor human intervention in the form of legislated law. It would need to provide both for it's people and Iceland, a functional dictatorship, would serve as the perfect platform for his machinations.
Iceland was no democracy. It had no abundance of civilians, no peaceful populace. It was a military state. Internationally, regarded as no better than North Korea or some Middle Eastern cesspit of militarized marshal law. The only difference here, however, was that Iceland held an abundance of weapons of mass, arguably planetary destruction.
There would be no heroes defending Iceland out of blind heroism and a sense of good morality. Why would they? This invasion was as much a liberation as it was conquering, Weapon X intended to demilitarize the country and establish an international convention for mutant kind - A mutant council, the mutant counterpart to the United Nations.
Alongside him, was the United States of America.
For too long had the U.S been seen as weak, simply baring the brunt of terror attack after terror attack.
Iceland was an immediate; direct, and utterly dangerous nation. They were rumored to have helped enemies of the Unites States brainwash hundreds of thousands of US citizens prior to kidnap, flaunted and hovered weapons of weapons of destruction over the United States, and even had the audacity to assisted in the escape of a known terrorist from US custody.
There was no legal challenge to this war.
No protesting for peace.
Iceland would be conquered.
One mile from the Stratospheric Energy Dome
The S.E.D protected Icelandic airspace from unauthorized access, projecting a massive particle field over the country. Rather than be powered by orbital satellites, the S.E.D.'s projectors are located within the country itself, a total of ten nodes projecting constant streams of energy to maintain atmospheric control. The Unsung King looked towards the dome, feeling the energy projecting itself across of the entire country. Slowly, Weapon X looked back towards his warriors, allies, brothers and sisters, knowing that all of them had entrusted him this day. It was a burden he would not take lightly. Nor, forget. If victory was accomplished, X pledged to himself to rewarded each and every ally nigh-anything requested.
But for now, he would have to win the war.
"Stay with me throughout the battle, until I order otherwise. Undoubtedly much resistance will be encountered and I cannot be held back in petty battles; I must find and kill their leader myself." His gaze then shift to a few other members, firstly speaking to Cassius as he telepathically shifted words. "Soldier, make yourself known. I fear an old friend of mine will attempt to stop me today -- His name is not important, but know if seen, you will notably be a target. Attempt to make that a reality and distract him. Prior to that my friend, reign hellfire upon our enemies." Silently, he spoke to @femme_finale. "If I am unable to destroy the energy dome from within; you must look within yourself and use the power I know you have. Absorb all of the S.E.D energy and render it useless. Their power is finite, yours, infinite."
The rest of his allies would be able to go about the invasion however they pleased, knowing they had the support of both @maverick_6 and the Unites States of America. Wherever they were; help would not be far away.... X could feel it, the metal of the US Military, Navy and Air-force encircling the country, waiting like eager lions to pounce upon it's prey.
Swiftly, the Unsung King outstretched his palm and locked onto the ten nodes projecting the S.E.D into existence, they were made of metal thus subject to his will.
With a clench of his fist, the Prince of Darkness sought to deliver destruction to the nodes controlling the S.E.D, causing them to fold in upon themselves like a tin can before violently exploding.
It it had succeeded, there would be no warning. No resistance. Simply, the dome would cease to protect it's domain.
And just like that; the war would begin.