Chief Mosi and General Ndlovu wasted no time. As soon as King Mwanga gave the order, they prepared for the journey to the Valorian Embassy in Maputo. The streets were eerily quiet as their convoy sped through the city. The people of Zambesi, aware of the escalating violence, had taken refuge in their homes, leaving the normally bustling roads almost deserted.
The drive to the embassy was tense. General Ndlovu kept his eyes on the road ahead, his mind racing with thoughts of the battles raging across the kingdom. He knew that every minute they delayed meant more lives lost, more ground ceded to the Matalebe.
Chief Mosi, sitting beside him, was deep in thought as well. His mind was fixed on the task ahead—convincing the Valorians to intervene decisively. He knew they were Zambesi's last hope, but he also understood that their new allies would not act out of goodwill alone. Valoria would expect something in return.
