Eternal Temple, main entrance.
The blazing sun scorched the gilded walls, reflecting a dazzling glare.
A delegation from abroad approached slowly. The young scribe at the front explained to the guards at the gate, "We are envoys from Wakanda. This is His Highness Prince T'Challa, and we have come to pay our respects to the Pharaoh."
"Prince of Wakanda?"
The captain of the guards frowned. He had never heard of this name.
His gaze swept back and forth over T'Challa, and that unusual, powerful aura stirred a warning in his heart.
But just as he was about to order them driven away, his eyes met Miles's for an instant as if possessed.
Mind Interference.
A faint azure glimmer quietly faded from Miles's eyes.
Thought interference.
"Tell the Pharaoh that we are from Wakanda." Miles's voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry an undeniable power. "I believe he will be interested."
The captain's gaze went unfocused for a moment. His subconscious lowered its guard as he looked at the man before him again.
This Prince of Wakanda was tall and powerfully built. The muscles of his bare upper body were sharply defined, his bronze skin radiating explosive strength. A dark animal-hide cloak was draped across one shoulder, faintly gleaming with a savage luster beneath the blazing sun.
Although his face was also covered in heavy black kohl according to current custom, concealing part of his true features, even from his bearing alone, the guards could tell that he was no ordinary man.
[Perhaps the Pharaoh really will be interested in them...]
The guard's thoughts had already been quietly altered by Miles.
This was not Mind Control, merely an insignificant psychological suggestion that guided the target's thoughts to a certain degree. The person affected would not feel anything at all.
"Please