In the ashes of Earth’s once thriving ecosystem, where deserts have swallowed cities and the air reeks of industrial decay, only one green giant remains: the last living Iroko tree. Revered by ancient tribes and dismissed by modern science, the tree becomes the final hope for survival when Dr. Kuntu, an impassioned Kemit  environmental scientist, uncovers a long-lost manuscript detailing its miraculous regenerative powers.

Haunted by the memory of a lush past and driven by a vision of healing, Kuntu assembles a global team of experts a botanist with a secret agenda, a rebel engineer fleeing the corporate regime, and a geneticist hiding ties to a dark environmental experiment. Together, they set out across a shattered continent, evading rogue militias and corrupt governments who would rather see the world burn than lose control.

As the team draws closer to the Iroko, they realize the tree is not just a carbon sponge; it’s a living archive of Earth’s ancient balance, holding dormant powers and ancestral secrets tied to Kuntu’s bloodline. But reviving the tree unleashes consequences no one could predict: climate anomalies, spiritual awakenings, and a resistance determined to destroy what they see as unnatural resurrection.

When Kuntu is forced to choose between science and heritage, progress and preservation, life and sacrifice she must confront the greatest truth of all: the key to saving the world may not be in the tree's power, but in humanity's will to change.

The Last Iroko Tree is a deeply emotional, high-stakes journey of eco-activism, ancient wisdom, and the unyielding fight for redemption in a dying world. With its blend of Kemit mythology, speculative science, and environmental urgency, it’s not just a story, it’s a call to action.

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slow,theirenergybarelyenoughtomakeitthroughtheday.


feetwascrackedanddry,theearthnolongerabletonurturelifeasitoncedid.The


themselvesweretryingtoholdontosomething,anything,thatresembledjoy.A


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hadlongsincelostitsway.Dr.Kuntustoodstillinthemidstofitall,looking


Dr.Kuntustoodthere,takingitallin.Shecouldalmostheartheechoesoflaughter,


riversthathadoncecarriedwater,sound,andlifenowlayasemptyscarsinthe


heryouthwerenownothingmorethanabarrenwasteland.Thegroundbeneathher


werenownothingmorethansandfilledskeletons.Thewindwhisperedthroughthe


Dr.Kuntulookedawayfromthechildren,herheartheavy.Sheturnedhergaze


clingingtotheirskin.Theykickedadeflatedballbackandforth,theirmovements


herbones,theweightofitall.Shewasthelastoneleftwhoremembered.Thelast


Inthedistance,afaintsoundechoedthroughtheair;laughter.Butitwasn'tthe


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thestars.Now,itwasallgone.Thesilenceintheairwasdeafening.Shefeltitin


ruins,carryingthescentofdecay.Itfeltasthougheventheearthitselfmournedthe


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thesoundoffamiliescookingtogether,thevoicesofelderssharingstoriesunder


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