"Moon Knight?"
At some point, Miles had opened his eyes. He watched the strange scene nearby with keen interest.
In the cool moonlight, Genesis, the princess of fallen Okara, slowly rose. White linen bandages grew from the air around her and wound themselves around her limbs and torso as though alive. Layer upon layer, they hardened into priestly armor with a silvery sheen.
Beneath a cloak woven from moonlight, the shadow of her hood concealed her face. Only her eyes remained visible, burning with pale, cold fire.
She was now the walker of the night, the wrath of Khonshu.
"The Fist of Khonshu. Moon Knight."
T'Challa, the Black Panther, rose as well, his expression solemn. "According to Wakanda's records, Moon Knight is a warrior chosen and empowered by the moon god Khonshu. Moon Knights were active for a long time in Ancient Egypt, but they vanished from history along with its civilization. I never expected to witness the birth of one myself."
Before T'Challa finished speaking, a roar that sounded anything but human tore from the new Moon Knight's throat.
"Nurr!!"
Her voice was hoarse and filled with undisguised hatred.
Genesis launched herself forward, becoming a white blur!
As she charged, her hands moved like lightning. She plucked two sharp crescent darts from the armor on her chest and sent them straight for Nurr's vital points!
At this sudden turn, Nurr's calm expression finally shifted. He had not expected the girl he had considered beneath his notice to gain power.
But he was a battle-hardened warrior, and his reactions were swift. He snatched up the spear planted beside him and, rather than dodge, drove it hard toward Genesis's chest!
"Watch out!"
Cyclops, Scott Summers, instinctively started forward to stop her, but Miles held out an arm to block him.
"Wait,"