Khisa and his navy worked tirelessly, side by side with newly arrived refugees and rescued slaves. What was once a quiet, abandoned port now roared with life—hammers clanged against wood, and the sharp commands of training officers echoed along the docks.
In a small command tent pitched near the heart of the activity, Khisa and Tesfaye discussed their progress.
"We've finally rooted out all the informants," Tesfaye reported. "The perimeter has been expanded on all sides. Whatever comes next—we'll be ready."
"Good," Khisa said. "We need to begin transporting the weapons to the capital. I'm sure the Emperor is growing anxious. We have enough to arm a full battalion, maybe more. But we should keep a portion here—they'll be crucial to our victory."
"I'll arrange it right away," Tesfaye said.
"Send two of the Shadow Guard with the convoy. Just in case," Khisa added. "And we need to prepare for the soldiers the Emperor promised. They'll begin training the moment they arrive."
