"Good to see you, Lady Hensleigh." T'Challa blinked, his sense of humor as ever. "Forgive me, but this is hardly the right time for a hand-kiss, or my immune system might raise its guns in protest." He smiled. "My friend told me you might have some information to share with us?"
"I found the Silver Casket." Laura Croft shook her head and used her hand to barely smooth out her filthy ponytail. "But Pedro Dominguez revealed that only combining the dagger with the Silver Casket can stop the Feathered Serpent God from awakening. That dagger is still in The Trinity's hands, and we can't get it. Unless we obtain the dagger, we can't stop this disaster. The seawater will eventually flood the entire Amazon rainforest and even the Andes Mountains."
"See? I told you this would be easy to solve," T'Challa said.
He still had not given up on the idea of reversing the Feathered Serpent God's awakening by studying simulation data from Latveria's research departments. He naively believed the matter could be resolved without any sacrifice, and that the Emperor of Latveria had no need to make such a massive move, even dispatching Gene-modded Warriors and vast quantities of military hardware. The Emperor did not strike down T'Challa's strange confidence, because he knew T'Challa simply had far too little information, and his thinking was still typically superheroic.
T'Challa believed that sending a task force to solve the problem was not entirely driven by political concerns such as diplomacy. He did not know that the Feathered Serpent God's awakening was already imminent, nor could he understand just how anxious the Emperor of Latveria was as he undertook this mission with the resolve to sacrifice himself—Wakandans believed this was an affair happening on another continent and did not need to be