The Fall of an Empire

In the heart of the empire, the drums of Benin echoed through the night,

a sacred rhythm that had stood for centuries. Within the red earth walls of

the home, life moved with a gentle, timeless grace. But the peace

of the hearth was about to be tested. Eghosa felt it first.

A shift in the wind, a silence where there should have been the song

of the forest. The spirits were whispering of change. The moonlight revealed a world on

the brink. Somewhere in the darkness, the rhythmic march of iron and

steel drew closer to the palace gates. They came not for peace,