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Power outages had become the norm, with many areas going days without electricity.

In the rural regions, things were even worse. Valoria had promised to help modernize Zambesi\'s military with advanced training and equipment. But that modernization never fully materialized. With Valoria\'s sudden withdrawal, shipments of modern weapons and military gear halted, leaving the Zambesian army ill-equipped to handle growing internal threats.

In particular, the Matalebe tribes, once a fragmented and disorganized resistance, had quickly seized the opportunity to grow stronger. They began launching calculated raids on military outposts and supply convoys, taking advantage of the army\'s lack of resources. These raids were no longer small skirmishes—they were coordinated attacks aimed at weakening Zambesi\'s already stretched defenses.

King Mwanga sat with his top military commanders, staring at a map covered with red marks showing the latest Matalebe raids. The atmosphere was tense, frustration and anxiety evident in every face around the table.

"Our forces are spread too thin, Your Majesty," General Malaki said, his tone grim. "We\'ve lost control of the northern border. The Matalebe have overrun two outposts there in the past week. Without reinforcements, we\'re going to lose more ground."

King Mwanga listened, his face stern but weary. "How many casualties?"

"Over fifty soldiers killed in the last three days alone. Many more wounded. We\'re running low on medical supplies, and the Matalebe are hitting our supply lines hard. We can\'t get reinforcements or equipment to the front." Find more to read at mvl

The king\'s hand tightened into a fist on the arm of his chair. The withdrawal of Valoria\'s support had left Zambesi vulnerable, and now the Matalebe were taking full advantage. What had once been small, disorganized raids were turning into full-blown assaults. The tribes, once scattered, were now uniting against the government.

"Do we have any reinforcements available?" King Mwanga asked, though he already suspected the answer.

General Malaki shook his head. "We\'re pulling soldiers from every post we can spare, but it\'s not enough. The equipment we were expecting from Valoria—advanced rifles, armored vehicles…—it\'s all been stopped. We\'re left with outdated weapons that can\'t match what the Matalebe have scavenged or stolen."

"Your Majesty," one of his advisors spoke up, "the situation in the north is dire, but we\'re also seeing unrest here in Maputo. People are angry about the blackouts and the water shortages. We have to address this soon, or we risk losing control of the capital."

Mwanga nodded, feeling the weight of his crumbling kingdom pressing down on him. "What are we looking at in terms of resources? Can we stabilize the electricity supply, at least in the capital?"

The advisor hesitated before responding. "We don\'t have the parts or the technicians to fix the grid properly. Valoria was overseeing the project, and now the work has stopped completely. We might be able to patch together temporary solutions, but it won\'t last long."

"So, we\'re stuck," the king said, his voice hardening. "No power, no water, and a military that\'s falling apart. What options do we have?"

There was silence in the room. The officials and military commanders glanced at one another, knowing that the situation was dire but unsure of how to respond. But no one was able to give him an answer.

King Mwanga clicked his tongue. "We were okay before those modernization efforts took place, and now that Valoria has pulled out, we\'re back to relying on ourselves," King Mwanga continued, frustration creeping into his voice. "But we must be smarter, more resourceful, just as we were before they arrived."

The room remained silent. The harsh reality was that Zambesi\'s dependence on Valoria had grown too deep, and the king knew it. The modern infrastructure projects, while unfinished, had raised expectations among the people. Their military, once a proud force, was now outmatched and outgunned by a tribal resistance using guerrilla tactics.

General Malaki finally broke the silence, his voice steady but grim. "Your Majesty, if we\'re to survive this, we must find a way to secure external support. Valoria has abandoned us, but we can\'t afford to face this crisis alone."

Mwanga clenched his fist, a knot of anger twisting in his gut. External support—yet another reliance. The bitter taste of Valoria\'s betrayal still lingered in his mouth. But the truth was inescapable: Zambesi couldn\'t hold off the Matalebe alone.

"What about Triesenberg?" an advisor cautiously suggested. "They\'ve been expanding their influence in the region. Perhaps they would be willing to help."

"That was the plan, to contact Triesenberg," King Mwanga said, his voice laced with frustration. "We sent a letter days ago, formally requesting assistance. But as of now, we\'ve received no response."

The room fell silent again as the weight of his words settled over the group. The letter to Triesenberg had been their last-ditch effort to stabilize the crumbling infrastructure and military, and to secure a new, powerful ally. Yet the lack of response gnawed at him. Time was running out, and without help, Zambesi was in serious danger of falling apart entirely.

General Malaki cleared his throat and spoke carefully. "Your Majesty, could it be that Triesenberg is considering the offer carefully? They\'re known for their calculated decisions, especially when it comes to alliances. They may need time to evaluate the situation before committing."

Mwanga\'s brow furrowed in irritation. "They don\'t have time. We don\'t have time! The Matalebe are growing stronger with every day that passes. I need to know where we stand. If Triesenberg intends to help us, they need to say so.

If not, we must explore other options."

An uneasy murmur ran through the room. Other options? There were few left. Zambesi\'s resources were nearly depleted, and other nations had little incentive to intervene. Without outside support, the kingdom was left vulnerable to both internal rebellion and external forces.

One of the younger advisors, a man named Tembo, spoke up. "Your Majesty, perhaps we could send a second envoy to Triesenberg? A diplomatic delegation might make the urgency of our situation clearer. A written request might not convey the true desperation we\'re facing. They have an office in Gaborone, Votswana."

"Okay send an envoy to Gaborone."