In the heart of Attilan, the air hummed with tension. Medusa, queen of the Inhumans, stood on the balcony of the royal palace, her long, fiery hair swirling gently in the wind. Below, the city buzzed with activity, but something felt amiss. The recent activation of the Terrigen Mist had brought forth a wave of new Inhumans, and with it, uncertainty.

As she watched the citizens below, Medusa's thoughts drifted to the newly emerged powers. Many struggled to control their gifts, and the royal council was divided on how to proceed. Some advocated for immediate integration, while others called for a quarantine to protect the established order. Medusa felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her.

"Your Majesty," a voice broke through her thoughts. It was Karnak, his expression thoughtful as ever. "The council is convening. They await your decision regarding the new Inhumans."

She turned to him, resolve hardening in her gaze. "We cannot turn our backs on them, Karnak. They are part of our people now."

As they made their way to the council chamber, Medusa sensed a growing discontent among her advisors. Once gathered, voices rose, each member expressing their fears and hopes. Medusa took her place at the head of the table, her presence commanding silence.

"We must embrace those who have emerged from the Mist," she declared, her voice steady. "To do otherwise would fracture our society."

But not all agreed. An influential member, a man named Gorgon, stood to voice his dissent. "Your Majesty, these new Inhumans pose a threat. They are unpredictable, and we risk chaos by allowing them to roam free."

The debate grew heated, but before it could escalate, a guard burst into the chamber, panic etched on his face. "Your Highness! A disturbance at the gates! A group claiming to be the Guardians of Attilan is demanding entrance."