Meanwhile, over in the south along the huge piece of the super continent once known to the world as a continent itself, Africa.
Within the grand castles of the Mali Empire, Emperor Mansa Musa sat on his throne, a frown carved across his face.
"My lord, I am pleased to finally relay to you that the quota has been met," a minister relayed hurriedly, his voice quivering.
They had assured the emperor that preparations would be done within two days, yet they had delayed for twenty!
That was an enormous offence of lying to the emperor, one that might have cost them their heads.
'Fortunately, our sire is a man of understanding, or I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen today,' the minister in charge of the mines shivered in thought.
A dark green shade seeped into the emperor's aura, his charm taking on a darker air.
The entire hall filled with his bone-chilling aura…
He wasn't pleased, but alas he couldn't bring himself to blame them either.
