The viewing terrace of the palace guest room faced the Black Panther Temple. The Emperor of Latveria narrowed his eyes and watched from afar as the black smoke rising from the temple gradually dissipated. Panic spread among the civilians of the Golden City. This was a rare occurrence in the centuries since Wakanda had begun broadcasting succession duels live. Sometimes, the victor of a gladiatorial match did not win the people's affection, because not everyone had the psychological resilience to face the real world.
What Wakandan society had in common with the outside world was that its people relied so heavily on the central government's order that they were utterly unaware of its importance—just as if food grew on store shelves, electricity was produced by power outlets, water was carried from rivers and purified by faucets, and even toilet paper grew on tree branches. Once the organizational power they depended on for survival vanished, panic began to spread. The Emperor of Latveria watched with his own eyes as Wakandans in the Golden City went from debating and cursing the new ruler in the streets to rapidly falling into panic and agitation once the city lost power and water.
The War Dogs organization and the Dora Milaje, the two organizations responsible for maintaining order, had almost completely lost their effectiveness. One terrible incident after another began to occur, crime spread through the Golden City, and even Erik Killmonger's convoy was attacked as it returned from the temple to the palace. No matter how advanced technology became, humans were still human. Having once carried out missions in the Middle East, Erik Killmonger understood very well why this had happened. He understood even more clearly that once a central government became ineffective, even a highly technologically advanced modern nation could collapse in an