Namor certainly had more faith in Magnus than Magnus had in him; he was lucky the master of magnetism didn’t abandon him right there. Magneto was no coward but this was neither his quest nor a battle he entered willingly and every step towards that dark keep was another step towards a fight with some unknown power that could apparently punch holes through reality itself. Charming. Precisely how he’d intended to spend his day, tagging along behind a pointy-eared winged foot megalomaniac into one of the most dangerous places on earth rendered even more dangerous now.
“This is madness,” was his only remark before they breached the castle’s doors and into a great hall all murky dimness and hulking shadows. It was silent here, which did nothing for the pair’s apprehension but Magneto moved forward to walk beside Namor into the blackness, alert and waiting.