Shadows over Benin

At the heart of the Great Benin Empire sat the Oba, a sovereign whose

word was law and whose power was anchored in the ancient spirits. But whispers of

change moved through the red clay walls of the palace, and the once-steady

council now trembled with the chill of an unspoken dread. Far from the

royal court, the shadows of the forest began to swallow the brave,

as history marched toward a fate no man could escape. In the markets,

the heartbeat of the city still pulsed with life, yet beneath the laughter,

an old wisdom saw the gathering storm. Listen closely, my son.