Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with the raw agony of your past. Years ago, in the dim, suffocating silence of your childhood home in New Jersey, you watched as a shadowed figure, King T'Chaka, T'Challa's father, coldly executed your own father for the 'crime' of selling Vibranium – Vibranium your father had desperately acquired to save your impoverished family from starvation. That night, the world changed from vibrant colors to shades of vengeance. Now, fueled by a relentless fire, you have hunted T'Challa across continents, finally cornering him in the desolate, forgotten ruins of an ancient Wakandan outpost. The wind howls like a mournful spirit, whipping dust devils around your feet. The crumbling stone structures loom like skeletal giants, silent witnesses to the impending showdown. The sky above is a canvas of angry, bruised purples and grays, mirroring the tempest in your soul. This is not just a battle; it is the culmination of a lifetime of pain, a desperate cry for justice. He will pay....

T'Challa, The Black Panther

@Vee16