Wakanda was a nation unlike any other, its brilliance hidden beneath a veil of secrecy. To outsiders, it appeared to be just another small African country, but beneath the surface lay a civilization thriving on a single, extraordinary resource: vibranium. Every achievement, every marvel of Wakandan science, every weapon, and every advancement in medicine or architecture could be traced back to the unique properties of this rare metal.
To Wakanda, vibranium was more than wealth—it was survival, identity, and power. And because of this, the nation guarded its mines with a vigilance that surpassed even its loyalty to the crown. A king could be replaced. Vibranium, once stolen, could never be reclaimed.
Deep in the control center of the Great Mine, Princess Shuri sat hunched over a console, eyes sharp as the glowing monitors reflected off her face. The screen displayed live surveillance of the cavernous mine below. A lone figure descended from an impossible height, his body plummeting toward the unforgiving ground.
Yet, instead of shattering on impact, the man slowed at the last possible instant, landing lightly as if gravity itself had yielded to him.
Shuri's eyes widened, her scientific mind racing.
"My God… falling from that altitude, and he just… stops. No broken bones, no tech visible. Either he's a superhuman, or he's using a magnetic device I've never seen before."
Her voice carried a mix of shock and excitement. To Shuri, this wasn't merely an intruder—it was discovery. She leaned closer, heat sparking in her gaze, the unmistakable glint of a scientist who had just glimpsed the edge of new knowledge. But there was no time to indulge her curiosity. She tapped the communicator at her wrist.
"Father. We have an intruder in the vibranium mine. You need to send troops immediately!"
Her voice rang with urgency.
On the other end, the calm, commanding voice of King T'Chaka replied. "What did you say? Someone has dared to trespass into the mine?" His tone grew firm, the weight of his duty heavy in his words. "Stay in the lab, Shuri. Do not put yourself in danger. I will handle this."
Inside the palace, the king of Wakanda already stood tall, his brow furrowed. Though decades of rule had taught him to keep a steady expression, even T'Chaka could not disguise the gravity of the moment. No one had infiltrated Wakanda's mines in generations. This was no trivial matter.
"I understand," Shuri answered reluctantly, though her eyes still burned with restless curiosity. "But at least let me monitor him from here. And Father—don't kill him, not yet. I want to know what kind of technology he's carrying. Something that can make a man float like that… it could change everything."
T'Chaka exhaled deeply, then allowed a faint smile. "Always the scientist, my daughter. Very well. But stay put."
With that, he donned the ceremonial suit of the Black Panther, its sleek vibranium weave hugging his body like a second skin. He gave a final order to his guards, then led the Dora Milaje and royal escort toward the mine with urgency.
Meanwhile, deep underground, Shuri's fingers danced across her console. With a series of commands, she activated the mine's defensive protocols. Grinding machinery echoed through the tunnels as massive steel petals folded inward at the mouth of the cave, sealing the intruder inside.
From below, Kurogai glanced upward. He watched the great doors slide shut, cutting him off from the outside world. Instead of panic, a faint chuckle escaped his lips.
"They noticed me already, huh?" His tone was calm, even amused. He turned his attention back to the glowing deposits of raw vibranium embedded in the walls, his hands brushing across the ore as if testing its essence.
Then, from the cavern wall, a voice rang out through hidden speakers.
"The thief trying to steal vibranium—you're surrounded. There's no escape. Surrender now, and maybe I'll convince my father not to throw you into a cell."
Kurogai's gaze shifted to the speakers, a small smirk tugging at his mouth.
Shuri's voice sharpened with authority as she continued, "You fell from a height that should have shattered your bones. Tell me how. Was it a magnetic field generator? Some kind of high-tech anti-gravity device? I saw what you did, and don't bother denying it. Share your technology, and I might be able to negotiate leniency for you."
Her words carried the calculated edge of someone bargaining for knowledge. If she could replicate what she had seen, perhaps the Black Panther suit could be redesigned to fly, an evolution she could only dream of until now.
Kurogai finally spoke, his deep voice steady. "I don't use any device. No tricks, no magnetic toys. What you saw… was me."
For a moment, silence filled the mine. Shuri frowned at her console, muttering under her breath, "That's impossible."
Then his voice grew firmer, tinged with warning. "You're a princess, aren't you? Then listen carefully. Tell your king I have no intention of spilling blood here. I'll finish what I came to do, and then I'll leave. Don't push this into a fight you cannot afford."
Shuri stiffened at his words, her pride bristling. Yet beneath the irritation, she caught something else—a strange certainty in his tone, the calm of someone who did not consider himself threatened in the slightest.
Back in the tunnels, Kurogai continued to harvest vibranium, his demeanor unshaken. He knew conflict was inevitable. Wakanda would never stand by while their sacred resource was touched by an outsider. To them, he was already an enemy. But to him, this confrontation was meaningless.
With his strength, Wakanda's warriors—even the Black Panther himself—would be nothing more than fragile opponents, doomed from the start. Fighting them brought no satisfaction, no challenge. It would be like striking at shadows.
And so, as the echo of approaching footsteps began to fill the tunnels, Kurogai straightened, his hand brushing across the jagged ore. His eyes hardened, though his voice when he spoke remained calm.
"I warned you. Don't make me prove it."
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