Assab Port reeked of brine and broken dreams. The wooden dock planks creaked under every step, a symphony of decay and neglect. It was exactly how the reports had described it—underdeveloped, chaotic, and tucked far from prying eyes. For Khisa, that made it the perfect hiding place.
But it was still a gamble. The kind that could either tip the scales of war or bury them beneath the Red Sea.
Secrecy had always been their sharpest blade. If they lost it now, the Ottoman retaliation would be swift and merciless. But if they succeeded…
If they succeeded, then the very waters of the Red Sea would echo with their names.
If they succeed, it would mean more battles ahead. More wars against even stronger enemies, but..it would still be better than failing. Failing meant, Nuri will be swallowed whole.
