High above the city-scape loomed the cliff of New Life. Like a giant it stood towering above everything; viewing the whole kingdom. Deep in its upper torso lay the Panther Cave. The cave, the size of a car ferry, beaned with radiance from the illuminating vibranium light hanging from a strong rope. In the back left corner lay Black Panther, stretched across his firm wooden bed. He once was an acrobatic, indestructible hero – his 78 years of saving his kingdom had left him stranded; alone ready for the after life. As his life faded away his nation were left to fend for themselves until they had a new leader.
