haka Zulu can taste his own blood welling up in his throat. His chest is throbbing and the ringing in his ears hasn’t stopped.
Behind him, hanging lifeless, is a reminder of his own life before The Great Divide. For a second time he has witnessed Godongwana dead. Killed by the hand of another.
For a second time he will raise an army and kill everyone who stands with his enemy. For a second time he will erase the lives of every single person who does not bend to his will.
Shaka Zulu eyes the First Conscience and his overbearing shadow. The Champion of The Great Divide.
But only for a short time longer.