Kara stepped through the flicker of her teleportation with a soft hum and the crackle of chaos magic still faint on her boots. A wisp of moon dust trailed behind her as she appeared at the center of the Empire of London's obsidian throne room. Beneath her, molten lava flowed gently through glass veins in the floor, casting a red glow that bathed the room in eerie elegance. The lunar mission was complete. Now, Earth demanded her attention.
Mystique and Natasha Romanoff stood on opposite sides of the great strategy table at the far end of the room. Flickering holograms of global maps, glowing crimson and violet, shifted in layers before them. Magical dossiers shimmered with arcane script, their data pulsing with life. The moment Kara entered, both women turned, straightening slightly as the queen took her place on the obsidian throne. Kara lowered herself onto the seat with calm control, resting one leg over the other and surveying them with cool interest.
"Ladies," she said, brushing a speck of dust off her cape. "What's next?"
Natasha gestured to the nearest projection. "Infiltration. Cults, kingdoms, and… Wakanda."
Kara arched an eyebrow. "Wakanda?"
Mystique's expression remained poised as she stepped forward, fingers folded behind her back. "I've made progress," she began. "The royal palace has weak points. Servants are still people, and people love treasure." With a subtle flick of her hand, she conjured an image of an enormous ruby spinning in midair. "I gave them this."
Kara's eyes narrowed with delight. "You bribed your way into Wakanda's inner circle with a rock?"
Mystique shrugged one shoulder with graceful indifference. "Never underestimate the power of evil."
Kara leaned back into her throne, intrigued. "I thought they were impenetrable."
"They think they are," Mystique said. "But they're isolated. Proud. And like all proud kingdoms, they never expect a foreign serpent to crawl through their gardens." She tilted her head. "Soon enough, I'll be in the royal family's presence daily."
Natasha tapped a glowing map of Wakanda's capital. "Our long-term objective is simple. We destabilize. We replace. We conquer. We already have three contingency plans for removing the royal family: poisoning during ceremonial dinners, assassination during the midnight prayers, or the legal route—challenging the throne."
"Challenging?" Kara asked.
Mystique's lips curved in amusement. "Yes. They honor ritual combat. If I challenge the old king and win, I become Queen Panther. The title, the power, the throne. All legally obtained."
"You want to fight a geriatric monarch?" Kara said, blinking once.
Mystique allowed herself a quiet, pleased nod. "Yes. It's poetic. Plus, I get to wear a very cool cat suit."
Natasha added, "And it'll rally public attention. We'll engineer public unrest, amplify dissent among the citizens, and create a narrative that demands change."
Mystique reached into one of her scrolls and unfurled a detailed diagram of a flower. "They call it the Heart-Shaped Herb. It's rare, sacred. Consuming it enhances the body—strength, agility, senses. It grants access to their ancestral dream realm."
"I'll be planting a few in the moon garden," she continued. "Just imagine—red chaos blossoms on one side of the dome, and black-purple glowing heart herbs on the other."
Kara tapped her chin, considering. "I don't need power boosts, but I love the aesthetic."
"We thought you would," Mystique replied.
Kara pushed up from her throne and stepped closer to the map. "Can I help?"
Mystique and Natasha both looked at her.
"I mean, come on," Kara said, lifting her chin. "I'm blonde. I'm tall. I'm gorgeous. No one's going to question a lost foreigner wandering into Wakanda. I'm perfect for infiltration."
Natasha nodded. "We've already marked an entry point. You'll teleport straight into a civilian market. Go in casual—sunhat, shorts, the full Green Tea Bitch persona."
"We'll coordinate remotely," Mystique said. "I'll keep building my reputation in the palace. Natasha will focus on surveillance and heir sabotage. You observe and stir up minor chaos—enough to let me rise."
Kara grinned, eyes shining. "God, I love our job."
She walked back to her throne and lifted her teacup. "To monarchicide and moonflowers."
Natasha tapped her pen against the map. "Let's start the revolution."
Mystique turned toward the throne room's obsidian doors, voice cool and confident. "Soon, Wakanda will kneel."
Kara stepped into the center of the summoning circle carved into the lava-lit floor. A shimmer of teleportation magic ignited beneath her boots. She vanished into the swirling light, leaving behind only the faint scent of moon dust and roses.
And as Kara vanished into a teleportation shimmer bound for Wakanda's heart, the Empire of London's newest conquest quietly took its first breath beneath the jungle canopy.
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