General Simiyu exhaled, the weight of the mercenary threat finally lifting off his shoulders. One enemy had been neutralized, but another loomed large. Malik.
From what he knew, Malik was a proud man, one who would not bend simply because of intelligence handed to him by an enemy. Persuasion would not be enough. To secure victory, Malik had to be eliminated.
But first, he needed to get him to the negotiating table.
King Lusweti and his ten warriors arrived in Kilwa under the cover of darkness. Their route through the ruins had been carefully planned, allowing them to slip into the city unnoticed. However, nothing could have prepared them for the devastation that awaited them.
