Inside the Inhumans' royal palace on the moon...
The Inhuman queen Medusa's wine-red hair seemed alive, rippling endlessly through the air.
A dozen black-clad soldiers carrying futuristic rifles surrounded Medusa, led by a young man with a full beard and an unusually clear gaze.
Medusa looked at the young man with the unusually clear gaze. Her expression calm, she said, "Maximus, is this how you treat me?"
Maximus's eyes wavered. He said, his voice heavy with pain, "First you, then Black Bolt.
The Inhumans need a new king to lead them into the future.
A great many new Inhumans have appeared on Earth. They're our people..."
Medusa looked at Maximus coldly. "So you want to lead those people in overthrowing humanity's rule?
You think they'll follow your orders?
You couldn't even lead a large force through Kamar-Taj's blockade. What makes you think you can do this?"
Maximus shook his head bitterly. "I'm not trying to overthrow humanity's rule. I'm trying to overthrow Black Bolt's and yours."
As he spoke, Maximus raised both hands in front of him and said, his voice filled with grief and indignation, "I have no superpower, and the only reason I can stay in this suffocating palace is that I'm Black Bolt's brother...
You chose Black Bolt in the end because I had no powers...
More than 80% of the Inhumans can't awaken their superpowers, so they're just supposed to live underground...
That isn't fair...
We need more room to live. We need sunlight and rain. We need to be treated justly..."
As Maximus spoke, he saw the contempt on Medusa's face. Looking uncomfortable, he glanced away, then waved to the soldiers behind him. "Take her. Don't kill her..."
A dozen black-clad soldiers drew their weapons and rushed at Medusa, whose red hair covered her head.