Solomon in Marvel

[Kamar-Taj Grand Spellcasting Regulations: Articles 1, 3, 121]In the absence of disruptions to normal weather patterns, civilization, time, outer space, or inner space, and with the judgment of the Kamar-Taj Spellcasting Research Council, the Spell Effect Evaluation Committee, and historical case references, this spellcasting is deemed legal. Note: Case references include the events of May 11, 1943, in western North America, and the 1970 Huascarán peak in Peru.

[Spellcaster: Kamar-Taj Steward Solomon Damonet][Authorized by: Master Hamir, Master Wu Guiyue, Master Daniel]

Solomon showed this permit to Shuri. It was an official-looking document from Kamar-Taj, but behind the scenes, it was nothing more than a formality—a result of a few old mages signing papers over tea. Still, without this approval, Solomon wouldn't have been allowed to cast such a large-scale spell on Earth. Some things seemed trivial until the rules were enforced, and even being the Ancient One's favorite disciple wouldn't save him. Only the Ancient One herself could bypass such cumbersome regulations.

This spell was a fusion of science and magic, using advanced meteorology and supercomputers to analyze the anomalous weather. By altering key elements—wind speed, direction, temperature—the spell expanded its influence over the storm. It was far more advanced than U.S. weather weapons that heated the ionosphere near Honduras or even Wakanda's own systems. Though not a combat spell, its power was undeniable. It was a spell beyond the reach of apprentices, and only a select few within Kamar-Taj had ever witnessed it.

Solomon treated the storm as a personal challenge, like a modern Don Quixote charging a windmill with his lance, intent on defeating a giant through sheer willpower. His confidence was infectious—what seemed foolish to most inspired Shuri's curiosity. She had only seen his teleportation magic before, so she was eager to witness another miracle.

Soon, however, she would realize that staying to watch was a terrible mistake.

The Antarctic night descended, the eternal twilight of early winter giving way to darkness. Snow crunched underfoot like the sands of a shifting desert. The creaking of glaciers echoed sharply, the sound like teeth grinding together.

Solomon stood in his crimson robe, his staff planted firmly in the ice. His silhouette cut against the approaching white storm, beneath clouds stained with hues of lead gray and violet by the setting sun. One hand held an ancient tome, the other raised the staff, its crystal gleaming with inner light.

"Τυφν!Ακολουθστετιπαραγγελε!"

His chanting was neither melodic nor loud, but every syllable carried the weight of Typhon's name. His voice merged with the snow, every word seeping into the storm. Shuri saw the staff's crystal glow, the clouds above responding with brilliant arcs of lightning. Thunder rolled in sync with the howling wind. His incantation tore through the storm, each word a blow against nature itself.

The storm intensified. Shuri and the other Wakandan scientists huddled against the ground, securing themselves with safety ropes. The world around them darkened as the clouds swallowed the sun. Breathing became difficult—each breath filled with biting cold. Frost formed on their masks, and their goggles fogged up, becoming opaque with snow.

Through her handheld anemometer, Shuri saw the wind speed had exceeded 30 meters per second. Staying outside was extremely dangerous. She tried to call out to Solomon, but the wind filled her mouth with ice, leaving a metallic taste of blood—a shard of ice had struck her lip.

This is stupid, she thought. I can't see a damn thing!

She regretted agreeing to Solomon's plan to meet the storm 100 kilometers away from the base. She was, quite literally, out of her element.

Through the white chaos, only the light from his staff pierced the dark. His voice, muffled by the storm, remained steady—like he was still lost in poetic incantations, untouched by the chaos around him.

Meanwhile, at the McMurdo Station in Antarctica, long-duration weather balloons launched by the National Science Foundation and NASA began recording strange atmospheric patterns. A new storm cell formed along the storm wall, disrupting what had been a continent-wide blizzard.

Then, the impossible happened.

A hidden force seemed to unravel the superstorm. The clouds flattened across the sky and began to dissipate, allowing the setting sun to bathe the ice sheets in a warm glow.

Emperor penguins, bobbing in the frigid sea, surfaced to witness the sudden calm. Their instincts told them it was the perfect time for the females to come ashore and lay their eggs.

Shuri, dazed and battered, pulled off her mask and spat out blood-flecked saliva.

Her team of Wakandan scientists looked equally disoriented, but no one was hurt. The Kimoyo Beads showed normal vitals—a testament to the timely success of the spell.

"Mother fuck!"

Solomon cursed, shaking his frosted hair.

His modified incantation had forced him to remain rooted in place, enduring ten minutes of the storm's full fury. He had taken hits from flying ice chunks, his face battered by the elements. Only his Kamar-Taj training had allowed him to maintain concentration. But the sensation of having a metaphorical lawnmower run over his face was not something he wanted to repeat.

Next time he cast a spell in extreme weather, he'd wear a helmet.

Shuri used a small hammer to break the ice on his head.

"Now we can start the exploration," she said, showing a newly narrowed search area.

"We can drill into the ice and analyze trace elements to verify if this is the right spot. If what you said is true, we should find the vibranium deposit this year."

Solomon, still reeling from his ordeal, brushed off her excitement.

"Leave the rest to the team here," he said firmly. "You're coming back with me. There are research projects waiting for you in Eternal City."

He had no interest in her fascination with a new form of vibranium. His tone was sharp—there were more pressing issues that required her expertise.

"The bio-lab is facing material science issues. You can—"

He paused, his eyes still glowing with the aftermath of magic.

The storm had been shattered, but the real work was only beginning.

[Check out my Patreon for +200 additional chapters in all my fanfics! Only $5 per novel or $15 for all!!] [[email protected]/Mutter]

[+50 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]

[+5 Reviews = +1 Extra Chapter]