Chapter 273
"It won’t son, I won’t let that happen. We have our people out there who can relay news of things happening outside so we can quickly adjust to any changes. I believe soon, the humans will understand they are dealing with an uncontrollable force, they will then ask for our help, until then we stay behind and watch"
Looking at Zephyr, Ikem smiled "Besides, this situation is better for our people who are out to experience life and its challenges. With the chaos about to erupt in this continent, places to experience life, bloodshed won’t be lacking"
Zephyr sighed as he bowed to Ikem before leaving the palace room, after he was gone. Ikem’s expression turned serious as he looked off to the distance "Playing with the dead wasn’t enough for you? Now you want to play a more bizarre stuff"
Far away from the apeling kingdom and territory, a large territory ruled by the Omadi kingdom lay across the plain. The Omadi Kingdom’s territory unfolds like a vast tapestry, where golden grasses sway gently in the warm breeze under a boundless, azure sky. The land is alive with the vibrant hum of life, from the rhythmic drumming of hooves as herds of wildebeest and gazelle migrate across the savanna, to the distant roar of lions echoing from the rugged foothills of the northern mountains.
In the heart of this sweeping landscape, the Lifeblood River glistens like a silver thread, snaking its way through the plains. Its banks are lush and fertile, dotted with groves of towering acacia trees and clusters of villages, where the Omadi people tend to their crops and livestock. The air is thick with the scent of rich, tilled earth and blooming wildflowers, blending with the smoke rising from cooking fires as evening approaches.
On the horizon, the capital city of M’Tala rises majestically, its stone walls reflecting the golden rays of the setting sun. The sounds of bustling markets and the clang of blacksmiths’ hammers fill the air. Beyond the city, the plains stretch out in every direction, a seemingly endless expanse of wild beauty, dotted with the occasional patrol of Omadi warriors, their bronze armor gleaming in the fading light.
At the center of this capital city Was a huge statue of Ikenga, around the statue was a small thriving garden that gave out a lovely scent that spread across the surrounding area.
In the palace of the city where Nwadiebube stayed. A banquet can be seen going on as the nobles sat at a long table raising their wine to the priest who paid them a visit.
At the head of the long table sat Nwadiebube silent as he took in the surroundings looking lost in thought as he took in the priest expression and the nobles toasting the priest.
Nwadiebube the king skin is a rich ebony even seated he seemed tall and imposing, draped in robes woven from the finest silks, dyed with the rarest indigo and crimson hues, Upon his head rests a crown of gold, embedded with shimmering emeralds and sapphires.
His broad shoulders bear a mantle of lion fur, a testament to his triumph over the great white lions of the High Plains, creatures revered as near-mythical beings.