Chapter 27 - The Call to Destiny
Khisa sat in the dim light of his hut, the weight of his vision pressing upon him. He had spent years shaping Nuri, molding it from a collection of survivors into something greater.
But it was not enough.
Not yet.
The slavers were getting stronger. Their weapons were advancing. And while Nuri was growing, so was the world beyond its borders.
He needed an edge.
Conversing with Ayaan, his mind turned to knowledge from his past life—something that had shaped entire empires.
Oil.
In the northern lands, deep within what would one day be Kenya, lay a deposit of oil—a resource that, in the world he once knew, had determined the fate of nations. It was called liquid gold for a reason.
If Nuri could claim that land, the future would be secured.
As long as future generations did not sell it off, Nuri would never bow to anyone.
The thought sent a chill through him. This was no longer about survival.