Long ago, before the War for Independence erupted...
A small village in Lower Manhattan was nearly swallowed by a great shadow...
Those taken by the shadow were transformed into mighty steeds of blood and suffering.
Others disappeared forever...

The man controlling the great shadow was a mutant named Nikkolas.
A man who appeared from nowhere, his true origins were unknown.
He believed that if he killed all humans, and all those who stood in his way, he would be
The God of All Mutants.

The fate of the villagers was mounted on the shoulders of three men they persecuted.
One from Puerto Rico.
The other from Scotland.
The last from Ireland.

And so...
Ezequiel of Puerto Rico,
Malcolm of Scotland,
and Caley of Ireland
decided to stop the chaos.

Ezequiel tried to kill Nikkolas by drowning him in a water prison...
his gift was controlling the great, cold and unforgiving seas.

Malcolm tried to kill Nikkolas by attempting to drive him to insanity...
his gift was flaying the strongest minds...breaking them.

Caley tried to kill Nikkolas by erupting his surroundings...
his gift was tapping into atomic structure and breaking them, allowing explosions on the most stable holds.

The three men fought against Nikkolas, but he remained, standing and unharmed.
There was no way to kill Nikkolas, at least not then. They fought across the seas until they arrived to a great island far away, occupied by no one.
It was then the three mutants decided to seal their unstoppable enemy.

Malcolm held Nikkolas down, stabbing his mind.
Ezequiel took the water and swirled it around the fallen man, the water turning to ice.
Caley let the atoms split, the rocks falling onto the unbreakable ice.

The three knew that Nikkolas was not dead, and centuries later he will be free.
The three decided to start their own lines, giving themselves the title of the Altima mutants.
And so the three men left and parted ways, knowing that someday, when Nikkolas awakens, their descendants will soon destroy him.