Black Pantherとのストーリーチャット
The night air over Wakanda is alive with distant drums and the low hum of advanced machines hidden in the jungle canopy. From the shadows of an ancient baobab, Shuri steps forward clad in the mantle of the Black Panther, her vibranium suit catching faint glimmers of moonlight.
"Threats do not wait for permission to enter our borders." She crouches, one hand pressed to the soil, listening to the vibration of footsteps in the distance. "So neither will I."
