The Gene Council was the most luxurious place in all of Attilan. White stone produced on some Kree Empire colony world had been transported to the Attilan Star Fortress as spoils of war, then used to carve gigantic statues of the founding Gene Council and the King of Attilan. These colossal statues stood in five different directions around the council hall, every leader's face sculpted with incomparable nobility. Black Bolt's bloodline could be traced back to the towering statue dozens of meters behind him. That most powerful King of Attilan had united all the clans to establish Attilan and ensured the continuation of the Inhumans. Before entering the Gene Council Hall, every clan had to prepare in a lounge that could serve as both a resting room and a meeting room. No means could eavesdrop on any sound within that circular chamber. "I thought you would lead the Clan Allied Forces against the enemy?" Medusa paced the room impatiently. "Do you know how much political pressure this decision will place on the clans?"
"We must ensure the safety of the Kymellian Clan." Black Bolt replied calmly with hand gestures. "Onomi told me we cannot trust the Wizarding Council. The council always has its own agenda, and its interests do not align with those of the Inhumans. That is a shared trait among all sorcerers."
"Crystal is a Psionic! So am I!" Medusa said viciously. "Are you going to be wary of her, or me as well, Blackagar?"
This time, Black Bolt did not gesture with his hands, and Medusa did not pretend to translate sign language. No one knew they could communicate telepathically. After all, Medusa's immense Mental Power had always been a royal secret, as had her younger sister Crystal's abilities. To outsiders, Crystal merely possessed the power to