Namor wants to burn the world, but he needs help to do it. He's in search of ancient magic that is rumored to be in Wakanda...in the form of a woman who doesn't know the power she possesses. Or at least she pretends not to.
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Wakanda...
"I found them." Shuri's lab assistant brought over a glass tablet and tapped the screen twice. A three dimensional holographic projection of the Sahara desert appeared in the center of the room.
"Zoom in," Shuri ordered. The lab assistant obeyed. The projection of the desert expanded until they saw mounds of sand and three men walking. Shuri identified them immediately as Thor, Strange and Namor. "Got them."
"Should I ready the ship?"
"No. Okoye's waiting. Please, let my mother know we found them."
The attendant obeyed and hurried out of the room. Shuri walked toward a minifridge on one of the tables. She entered the code and the door unlocked. Once open, she pulled out a vial of gold liquid and shook it. When she did, the liquid lit up, sparkling and glowing inside the thick glass.
Shuri smiled.
"Thank Bast, we did it. We figured it out!" She pulled off the lab coat and slid the vial into a vibranium box with a pillowy interior made of satin. "Now, to help a friend and keep a promise."
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Namor listened as Thor told the story of Loki and Rhiannon. He detailed his brother's threats to Asgard and how he used her to invade other realms just to see what she was capable of. The shame in his voice as he talked about his brother and the evil plans he had was audible.
"It was when my brother tried to invade Vanaheim that I was forced to stop him."
"You didn't want to?" Namor asked.
"I hated fighting my brother. But, it seemed, he reveled in it."
"Or perhaps he wasn't really fighting against you, but fighting for something else."
"A throne. A crown. A land full of those who worship him."
"If he was a prince, would he not gain all of these things anyway?"
Thor shook his head. "My father thought he was unworthy."
"And you?" Namor asked as they trudged along in the desert. "What did you think of him?"
