Solomon in Marvel

The industrial furnaces of Wakanda now operated on clean energy sourced from the reactivated core of the Immortal City. High temperatures generated by a controlled release of radioactive material were directed through specialized pipelines, melting vibranium ore with the help of combustible gases. The rest of the metal refinement process mirrored standard steel manufacturing—except no one outside the city would ever witness the awe-inspiring sight of molten vibranium, white-hot and glowing, being poured from massive crucibles.

Every aspect of the process was managed by advanced artificial intelligence. The production facilities—comprising both large and small forging stations—were modular and customized for various weapon types. Standardized, streamlined production had made the traditional anvils and furnaces obsolete in Wakandan manufacturing, regarded as an archaic method of craftsmanship. However, these supposedly outdated tools found a place once more within the Immortal City.

In the city's subterranean ruins, towering furnaces stood where ancient research centers had once thrived. The facilities now repurposed by Solomon and his allies stretched across vast obsidian chambers, with silent, silver lion-headed furnaces roaring in mute fury. Beneath the ruins, high-pressure ventilation systems—connected to ancient underground passages that extended to the Italian coast—allowed superheated air to be expelled deep into the ocean. There, boiling gas vents fostered unique ecosystems of heat-adapted bacteria and deep-sea organisms.

Despite the immense operations, efficient insulation and air filtration kept the city's atmosphere cool and refreshing. Yet within one vast hall, an intense heat prevailed. In this chamber, the long-forgotten anvils and forges of the Saintly Shield Brotherhood had been restored. White-hot flames danced within the gleaming high-tech furnaces as stubborn metals—vibranium, mithril, and steel—were repeatedly folded and reforged. Brass gears adorned the walls, alongside long-forgotten banners dusted with ancient symbols of alchemy, science, and philosophy.

Solomon had once told the Sisterhood about the city's history and its original inhabitants—pioneers who had defied a juvenile Celestial in a battle beyond mortal comprehension. Though humanity had triumphed, the cost was catastrophic. The Brotherhood's genius and their grand city were reduced to rubble beneath the colossal footfalls of their mechanical foe.

Tita, the squad leader, struggled to comprehend what kind of entity could have wrought such devastation. According to Solomon, early human civilizations had been subject to genetic tampering by the Celestials, with some alien races seeking to mold humanity into servile warriors for interstellar conquests. These extraterrestrial oppressors would become one of Solomon's enemies in the future. He would not permit humanity to be enslaved by any force in the cosmos.

"We are experiments," Solomon had once stated, his expression calm but resolute. "Humanity is the most valuable species in this universe."

Tita's gaze shifted toward the faded banners draped in shadow, contemplating the weight of his words.

This hall had once housed one of the Brotherhood's research facilities, dedicated to mechanical innovation. Its ancient tools and machinery had since been relocated to Maya Hansen's laboratory. In their place stood Wakandan-built furnaces, their designs imbued with artistic elegance. One such furnace, shaped like a roaring lion's head, expelled searing heat. From within, Solomon extracted a glowing-red alloy that radiated such intense warmth that Tita could feel it from ten meters away.

Massive anvils stood upon the polished black stone floor. With each powerful strike of Solomon's hammer, a resonant clang echoed through the hall, followed by the faint shimmer of golden runes briefly surfacing on the alloy's molten surface. The hammer's rhythmic descent unleashed waves of orange-red sparks, which surged and then faded like ocean tides, extinguishing upon contact with Solomon's crimson robes.

Tita observed with reverence as her master added rare and arcane materials to the metal, each accompanied by whispered incantations. She detected a faint incense-like aroma—another component in the ritual. Based on her extensive, implanted knowledge, she could decipher some of the spell's meaning: it spoke of disintegration and severance, swiftness and grace, purification and faith, protection and order.

This sword would be adorned with gold and gemstones, its intricately folded blade etched with blessings and wisdom. It was Solomon's gift to the Sisterhood—a reward for their loyalty and an expression of his expectations. He envisioned them as extensions of his will, his fingers and fists in the battles to come.

For Tita, this was a purpose she embraced wholeheartedly. Though she had initially planned to offer the sword to Diana, the Sisterhood's leader had declined, stating that serving by Solomon's side was honor enough. Instead, the sword would become a sacred relic of the Sisterhood, wielded only by a commander proven in battle.

Over the past week, Tita had watched the blade take shape, imbued with powers beyond comprehension. The alloy incorporated extraterrestrial metals, precious gems, and even Solomon's own golden, radiant blood—bestowing the weapon with a divine aura.

From now on, whoever carried this sword would act as the voice of Solomon's will. Tita believed with unshakable certainty that as long as this sword was present, the Sisterhood would never lose a battle.

Each day, she shared updates on the sword's progress with the other members, who listened with growing excitement. Many harbored the ambition of one day earning the right to wield it.

"Tita," Solomon called out, breaking her reverie. He approached her after concluding the day's forging. Tita immediately lowered her head in anticipation of orders.

"Relax," Solomon chuckled, his voice louder than usual after hours of hammering. His hearing was still slightly impaired. "Take me to see the nuclear warhead."

"Master," Tita replied cautiously, using the affectionate title she had learned from Diana. When Solomon showed no disapproval, she exhaled in relief, her tall frame appearing momentarily small and timid. "The warhead is secured in a lead-shielded room under constant guard. The scientist in charge is also under surveillance."

"Good," Solomon nodded. "And the Sisterhood's training?"

"After the last mission, everyone's skills have improved significantly. We've also begun developing strategies tailored to the android army's capabilities." Tita handed him a tablet with detailed reports, though Solomon waved it away. He trusted her judgment.

"Our next mission will be critical," he said. "This will be our formal introduction to the world stage. I won't demand perfection from you all, but I expect you to be ready. This will be a new test for the entire Sisterhood."

Tita straightened, her expression resolute. "We will not fail, Master."

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