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Oscorp Headquarters.
Nolan leaned back in his chair, eyes focused on the live battlefield feed. Onscreen, Bast, the Panther Goddess, was tearing through Red Hulk and Abomination with effortless divine precision.
"Is that all she's got?"
He muttered.
She was strong no doubt but not as powerful as Nolan had anticipated. Maybe he had expected too much. In his mind, "gods" should be multiversal in scale.
But this was the MCU, not the comics.
Even Thor, even Loki they were called gods, but they weren't cosmic titans. Bast was powerful, yes. But at best, she ranked among the Skyfather-class strong, but not unbeatable.
And Nolan?
He was nearly there himself.
His body had already surpassed most enhanced beings, and his soul fortified by the Time Stone and layered in arcane protections was nearing the divine threshold.
"A god... I'd love to dissect one."
Nolan's voice was calm, but his fingers were twitching with curiosity. He turned to his assistant.
"Deploy the Defenders. Tell Max... to go all out."
"Yes, sir."
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On the battlefield...
Ross, now fully consumed by rage and flames, continued his desperate assault on Bast. But he was losing. Fast.
She was tiring of this.
"Do you really think I won't kill you?"
Her divine energy surged.
In a blink, she reverted to her panther form now even larger and leapt forward, her claws glowing with raw faith-forged power.
This was not magic. This was belief weaponized.
CRACK!
Ross punched upward, but it was useless.
One claw swipe, and he was buried in a crater, steam hissing from his injured form. Even his seemingly indestructible skin had cracked, leaking fiery blood.
Then it happened.
Lightning tore across the sky like a divine spear.
BOOM!
Bast was blasted back, her panther body flung into the air by a devastating bolt of electricity.
T'Challa's heart sank. "Bast!"
She rose quickly, though singed. Scorched fur, crackling embers. Her gaze narrowed.
"Who dares strike a goddess?!"
From the stormclouds, a figure descended.
Max Dillon. Known to the world now as...
Electro. King of Lightning.
Hovering mid-air, surrounded by crackling volts, he smiled smugly.
"Heard there was a god in Wakanda. Thought I'd test myself."
"Leave."
Bast's response was immediate. She blitzed forward, reappearing in front of Max with godlike speed and swiped down.
BOOM!
Max was sent flying, but he rolled mid-air, stabilizing with arcs of electricity forming wings around him.
Before he could recover fully, Bast appeared again.
But this time, he was ready.
Dozens of orbs of pure electricity exploded around her like a ring of controlled thunderstorms.
Max remembered what Nolan taught him: "You're not a brawler. You're a storm."
He wasn't here to trade punches. He was here to electrify the field.
The blasts sent Bast reeling, sparks dancing across her body.
Even she had to admit lightning-wielders were dangerous. In every pantheon, thunder gods were always feared.
"That man... is Electro," T'Challa explained. "He controls electricity."
"Impossible. Mortals cannot command lightning."
Bast narrowed her eyes.
"Tell me what pantheon do you serve, Lightning God?"
"Pantheon?" Max snorted. "Lady, I'm not a god."
"I'm just built better."
He smirked.
His custom Oscorp combat suit, designed by Otto, pulsed with infinite energy reserves. There was no "recharging." No cooldowns. He could fight forever.
And he had been practicing.
Every hour with Nolan, he trained to bend current like a conductor. Today, he would prove it.
Twin bolts of electricity surged into his palms, which he fired like coiled serpents toward Bast.
ZAP! ZAP!
Then he unleashed something new.
Electricity traced complex patterns in the air, creating a net of magnetic resonance a living cage that surrounded Bast like a glowing sphere.
She tried to move.
But her limbs were suspended mid-air, like gravity had stopped working.
"What is this sorcery?!"
"It's called a strong magnetic field, you relic."
Max's voice was calm—mocking, even.
"You live in the most advanced country on Earth and don't even know the basics of physics?"
"How did an idiot became a god?"
Bast blinked. She had never cared for Wakanda's science. Her only concern was the faith it gave her.
She'd built the kingdom guided its people and expected worship.
That's why they feared her.
But she was realizing now...
Times had changed.
And belief alone wasn't enough.
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The magnetic field snapped tighter.
Max watched from above, lightning arcing along his arms like armor.
"To think a goddess could be caught like this…"
He smirked.
"Too easy."
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Bast's eyes glowed.
Golden godlight erupted from her core, shattering the magnetic web. She became a black blur, surging forward like a divine predator.
Max launched several electric spheres, but Bast ignored them, slashing through the air toward him.
Each orb exploded on impact, blasting her body with shockwaves but she powered through it all.
She was furious now.
This wasn't just a battle.
This was a challenge to her divinity.
"Enough!"
Her roar echoed across the heavens.
Max dodged, retreated mid-air, launching orb after orb not to kill her, but to stall her.
If this were a game, he was playing a mage with infinite mana and zero cooldowns.
"Gods are so dramatic."
But Bast was adapting.
"This one's trickier than the red brute," she growled.
The electricity seared her fur. Even her divine form now bore blackened patches.
"I'm done playing."
In the sky, godlight gathered again this time forming a massive, golden panther claw, large enough to crush an aircraft carrier.
It slammed downward, aiming to annihilate Max in one blow.
The sky shook.
The battlefield stood still.
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