The starry night sky resembled a curtain of darkness, pinpricks of light piercing through it and radiating the hope of starlight.
On the rooftop of the seven-story Ping Building.
He-El stood tall and straight, his fitted suit accentuating his broad, imposing frame. He gazed into the stars, his black hair tousled by the wind, his dark eyes seeming to sink into thought like black holes.
Beside him, Nick Fury wore a grave expression and a specially tailored black trench coat. He took out a cigar, cut away two-thirds of its rounded cap, and offered it to He-El. He-El gave a slight shake of his head in refusal.
Seeing that, Nick Fury decided not to smoke either. He returned the cigar to his breast pocket and narrowed his eyes at the view below.
Not far away, a pair of searchlights occasionally swept through the darkness as part of the routine nighttime security. Their crossing beams illuminated the foundation of the New S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters under construction.
"Most of what they said is true. I sent people to thoroughly investigate the Himalayas and Kathmandu, Nepal. They have a place of cultivation in the Himalayas, but their real Kamar-Taj is in Kathmandu." Nick Fury's expression remained grave.
Whenever he thought of Ancient One appearing before him at any moment, Nick Fury's expression darkened.
He believed that, given how many secrets he was involved with, his movements had to remain impossible for others to predict in order to protect many things effectively, such as the Mind Scepter.
But Ancient One had unreasonably opened a portal right in front of him. It had frightened Nick Fury so badly that his heart clenched and his face went dark.
As the head of a secret agency handling international crises, allowing someone to get that close to him so