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Since entering the new century, human beings have become the most powerful species on Earth.
With such dominance, their focus shifted inward—competing against one another for supremacy.
But the arrival of extraterrestrials, interdimensional threats, and the resurgence of ancient bloodlines marked the beginning of a new era—one of warfare beyond the stars and the awakening of long-hidden races. Everything changed.
Faced with these upheavals, people responded in vastly different ways.
Some eagerly immersed themselves in this seemingly fantastical reality, thrilled by the disruption of a mundane world they had grown numb to. They craved the unknown, longed for wonder, and welcomed the chance to witness the birth of a new era—perhaps even escape the natural boundaries of aging, sickness, and death.
Others plunged into deep anxiety, convinced that humanity stood no chance against such cosmic adversaries. Their peaceful lives now felt threatened beyond repair.
Regardless of perspective, one truth became self-evident:
The old world order was shattered.
A new era had dawned.
And Chaldea—Shen He's organization—stood at the helm of that transformation.
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"Fury, I need global military unification." Shen He, finishing a global broadcast, spoke bluntly to Nick Fury over a secured line. "Inform the World Security Council—this is only the beginning. The enemy's eyes are fixed on Earth now. I won't allow any faction, internal or external, to jeopardize this planet. Not even those slowing us down."
Shen He now had the authority and power to speak these words.
The evidence was already undeniable.
Without Chaldea's coordinated intervention, the Earth's combined forces would have collapsed under the wormhole siege days ago. The World Security Council, despite its influence, had been reduced to a silent observer.
Even Hydra, embedded deep within the Council, could only adapt to the new status quo—for now.
"You know how difficult that will be," Fury responded with a low tone. "And who exactly is dragging their feet?"
He didn't press about the Council. He didn't have to.
Since Chaldea's arrival and their decisive role in the battle, the Council had fallen mute. Confronted with overwhelming power, even political titans were forced to calculate from a new bottom line. And right now, the greatest benefit to all parties was to let Chaldea lead Earth's defense.
"It's only hard if no one acts," Shen He said, turning to glance at several figures waiting behind him. "And I want to introduce you to a new ally."
"Ally?" Fury echoed, slightly surprised.
But the line went dead. Shen He had already closed the call and began walking toward the newcomers aboard the floating Chaldean carrier.
They were not ordinary guests.
They were the ruling delegation of the hidden race once known only in ancient whispers—the Royal Family of Attilan.
At their head stood Black Bolt, King of the Inhumans.
"My friend," Black Bolt gestured in silent sign language, interpreted through Medusa's mental-link relay. "Why did you not let us assist earlier?"
At the outbreak of the alien invasion, Black Bolt had offered the support of Attilan. Shen He had only accepted minimal involvement—namely allowing Crystal to deploy defensive barriers over evacuation zones. The Inhuman army was told to wait.
"Blackagar," Shen He addressed him directly, "if we had fallen, your intervention wouldn't have turned the tide. No disrespect, but while you all possess extraordinary abilities, your numbers and coordination aren't enough for full-scale warfare. Your brother's fantasy of world conquest is delusional. Truthfully, Attilan's true force is only you—Black Bolt."
Though blunt, his words were not offensive. Their relationship had grown close since Shen He brokered the memory-return pact between Chaldea and Attilan's exiled factions. Medusa, Karnak, and even Triton had acknowledged it privately—Attilan's military strength was limited without Black Bolt's voice.
Besides, Shen He's primary goal had been clear: to publicly assert Chaldea's authority in this new world. Foreign reinforcements would have distracted from that objective.
"Even symbolic aid is still aid," Black Bolt replied via gestures, Medusa voicing his words. "We wish to help."
He wasn't naĂŻve. This was a chance for Attilan to re-establish its place among humanity after centuries of isolation.
Had Shen He been anyone else, Black Bolt would have taken the initiative on his own. The opportunity had been awaited for generations.
"Patience, Blackagar."
Shen He smiled faintly, turning toward the inner deck while walking side by side with the king and his court.
"What I promised you still stands. You heard the broadcast—I called for unity. That includes introducing Attilan to the world. Your people will join this defense. You'll stand shoulder to shoulder with humans. But... are your people ready for that?"
Shen He knew better than most—the Inhumans harbored elitism born from centuries of seclusion. Maximus, Black Bolt's brother, had once attempted to overthrow Earth's governments based on Inhuman supremacy. That ideology still festered in pockets.
Peace between races wasn't forged by royal decree alone.
"We've prepared for this day," Black Bolt responded, a hint of solemn pride in his expression.
Then, a moment's hesitation.
"But... will humanity accept us?"
Their sudden emergence, especially after staying hidden for so long, could easily provoke suspicion. Their origins—experiments by the Kree on early humans—made them alien not only in biology but in narrative.
"You'll have to earn their trust," Shen He said, placing a hand on Black Bolt's shoulder. "Even Chaldea faced doubt and resistance. But through action and sacrifice, we gained the world's trust. Black Bolt—you're the Silent King, but your will and example must speak loudly."
Even Shen He harbored doubts.
Chaldea was an organization. The Inhumans were an entire race.
But suspicion and friction could be transformative. Once overcome, they became the foundations for true unity.
"I understand," Black Bolt responded.
He was moved. He had witnessed firsthand how Chaldea, once strangers, had become Earth's last line of hope. Now, it was Attilan's turn.
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The battlefield calmed. Over 100,000 troops occupied the wreckage of Manhattan, assisting survivors, cataloging the dead, and reclaiming resources. Slowly, the world began to breathe again.
Survivors appeared on live broadcasts, recounting harrowing escapes, gratitude for rescue, and mourning loved ones lost.
World leaders gave speeches across every major platform, urging unity and resilience. Humanity, they declared, would never be broken. Civilization would endure.
Talks of a global military coalition became mainstream.
Tony Stark and Steve Rogers gave candid interviews. Steve praised the people's order during evacuations. Tony, with a signature grin, joked about donating his scarred Iron Man suit to the Stark family museum as a family heirloom.
Reporters probed into gossip and personal affairs—levity that broke the tension and reminded people that normalcy wasn't entirely lost.
Celebrities voiced support. Industry titans pledged resources. Artists, poets, and musicians began shaping a cultural memory of the war.
A new world was being constructed—one memory, one headline, one broadcast at a time.
And then—
Something even more unbelievable occurred.
Three days after the battle, astronomers—professional and amateur—spotted a new anomaly on the surface of the moon.
A city.
Just as speculation erupted, Virtual Realities Inc.—Chaldea's global outreach platform—released a worldwide announcement:
"The Kingdom of Inhumans — Attilan."
The statement revealed only partial truths: that the Inhumans were an ancient race with unique genetic traits and powers, once persecuted by mankind, who relocated to the moon to preserve their existence. Their history with the Kree, the experiments, and their internal divisions were all omitted—for now.
Still, the revelation shook the world.
Even after knowing of Asgard and alien invaders, the idea that a hidden civilization had been watching Earth from the moon for centuries was astonishing.
The moon—long viewed as humanity's next frontier, filled with aspirations of colonization—was already claimed.
Nations had no immediate idea how to respond.
The announcement didn't clarify Chaldea's relationship with Attilan either. Nor did it disclose the full scope of Inhuman abilities.
But it did end with a link.
A social media profile.
The account's name?
Black Bolt.
The profile had been created just the day before. Yet it bore an official seal: "King of Attilan."
It contained only a single video.
People clicked instantly.
The screen lit up with an image of a grand throne room, carved from ancient moonstone and bathed in ethereal light. On the throne sat a regal man in black—his gaze steady, silent. Beside him, a woman with flowing red hair in a crimson gown.
Black Bolt. And Medusa.
The King began to gesture.
Medusa, with calm and resonance, spoke his words aloud.
The world listened.
And the age of Attilan... began.
Hello everyone, I am Black Bolt, the King of Attilan, and this is my queen, Medusa. Due to the nature of my voice, which holds devastating power, I cannot speak aloud. Thus, the queen will act as my voice and introduce our kingdom to everyone.
Is this true or false?
This was the first question that flashed through most minds.
The virtual reality link released by the Inhuman diplomatic corps, backed by the Stark-Chaldea alliance, also received official verification — it appeared genuine.
Are they truly on the moon? Are these really the king and queen?
All the questions were answered in the recorded transmission. The suggestion had come directly from Black Bolt himself. He had reached out to Shen He, believing it was time to personally introduce Attilan, the Inhuman race, and his kingdom to the world.
A full half-hour of immersive, holographically-rendered video followed.
Black Bolt and Medusa led the Chaldean broadcast crew through the royal palace and out into the greater city. Viewers witnessed architectural marvels unlike any on Earth — gravity-defying towers, crystalline halls, and biotech-integrated homes. They saw Inhumans with unique genetic gifts: some manipulating light, others altering gravity, and a few even wielding elemental forces. They also glimpsed arcane technologies powered by Terrigen, alien yet elegant. Everywhere the royal couple walked, citizens bowed in solemn reverence.
When the footage reached the city's boundary, viewers saw the desolate lunar wasteland beyond the protective dome, and above it, suspended like a jewel in the dark, the vast blue sphere of Earth.
They finally believed.
This was a true kingdom carved into the surface of the moon.
"We are here, and we see the Earth every day, just as you see the moon." Black Bolt stood atop the city's outer bastion, raised his eyes skyward, and gestured with silent elegance. "We know it is our origin, our ancestral home. Yet for generations — my father, my grandfather, and the monarchs before them — we have been cast away, feared and rejected. Still, we dream of returning."
At that moment, the charisma of Black Bolt — matured with the wisdom of age and tempered by silence — captivated the world.
His calm eyes, heavy movements, and the dignity of a sovereign king won over countless hearts.
Then came Medusa's voice — calm, compassionate, resonant.
In the minds of viewers, the story of Attilan took root. A misunderstood race, driven away by ancient fears, forced to abandon their home. Their exile now painted with empathy and mythic sorrow.
"Just months ago, there was unrest in Attilan." Medusa spoke again, her hand resting gently over the Black Bolt's. "My brother-in-law, Maximus, could no longer endure the solitude of the moon. He sought to return to Earth by force, believing that conquest was our only path forward. But such ambitions ran counter to the will of our ancestors, and the hopes of our people. The conflict escalated before the King could intervene, and blood was shed."
As these words passed through Medusa's lips, Black Bolt's expression betrayed a pain too great to hide.
The uprising, the betrayal of his only brother, and the sacrifice it demanded — it haunted him.
Medusa leaned close, her cascading red hair brushing his chest like a comforting veil.
Together, they offered the world an image of strength and vulnerability — the perfect storm of leadership and love.
The world began to discuss.
"Every royal family has a black sheep."
"If Maximus had won, we might've had a full-blown alien invasion before even Loki arrived."
"They stopped the coup, but it cost the king his brother. That's brutal."
"Attilan's power level… is it like Asgard's?"
"Am I the only one wondering how they stopped Maximus…?"
Having already lived through Asgard's arrival and Loki's invasion, Earth's people weren't as shaken by the idea of alien royalty. What stunned them was how close Attilan was — a kingdom just beyond the sky. That, and the shocking revelation that their origins tied them to Earth.
As the broadcast neared its end, Black Bolt raised a final, deliberate gesture.
"At our darkest hour, when civil war threatened Attilan, we met the Chaldeans." Medusa's voice grew stronger, bolder. "They stood with us. They averted catastrophe, saved our people, and listened to our plea. For that, the Chaldeans shall forever be Attilan's honored allies. They saw in us not outsiders, but fellow children of Earth — and they believed in our dream: to coexist peacefully with humanity, as our ancestors longed to do."
"Therefore, in this hour, as Earth faces danger, I — Black Bolt, King of Attilan — declare that Attilan shall stand with Earth's defenders."
"The Earth is also our home — the land we love, the land we remember."
"We will not accept its destruction. We will not permit it."
The video closed on Black Bolt's unwavering gaze — silent, but searing — and the resonant final gesture of a king ready to fight for a world that once cast him out.
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