Meanwhile, minutes had passed and already the crowd had thinned out considerably. They were not in the same location as before being that they had walked quite some distance.
Distance that Bayo had failed to take note because of the crowd about then.
However now, they walked into a bunker of sorts, moving down the sloping pavement as were the few others too.
At the bottom of it, Bayo took a cursory look about. He noticed the sturdy steel walls that formed the walls of the bunker, the stone paved road below his paws and also taking notes of some patrolling Adzes guards in their usual leather armor.
They took the first right turn, branching off the previous path into another path that has sand and loose earth here and there, mostly red in color.
They walked for a couple more meters, Granin and Tangera nodding here and there in greeting to the passing Adzes around her. Soon after another branching off again, they got into an area whe
"A-ha! Tired are we?" Yasmin's voice resounded as his black shoes went pitter patter in the somewhat water logged ground, droplets of water falling off the soles of the shoes.He was pretty much the same as last time, having the visage of the form, the human Bayo respected the most.The Yoruba history teacher, of whom he had fled his class just because he was tired of the Yoruba myths being spoken.Only if he knew that what the teacher was saying was all true.Only if he knew that he was going to be in that same supposed Mythological world, perhaps, he might have paid more attention to the class.But what did that matter? It was a little too late for regrets. In fact, now, Bayo was already adjusting to the harsh conditions of Orun, learning to take things the way they ought to be taken.By now, Bayo was pretty much aware that in the instant he slacked, he would, surely, become toast for the forces after that.The very sense of this be
It was taking like forever for Tangera to return already. So much that Bayo frowned in unease.Had he been harsh on her?!He didn't know. Indeed, he could not find a reason as to why he was harsh or if he was harsh at all. The past events had been one that had taken quite the toll on him, mentally so it was only natural that he would act out of instincts.Preservational Instincts.So far, so good, his life has only been on the run. From one thing to another thing, he was always running.But this time, he was stuck in one place where he could not just bail. Not with the cell walls around him. Even though it would seem treacherous for him to do so, Bayo heaved, he would have still done so.Right now, he was just sitting ducks for whoever came his way.Perhaps, he should have bailed when he had the chance and was not confined to the walls of this cell.The fact that he was in a contest where he would have to resort to bestial livi
Today was one of the most bizarre of the days I have come to live in Laprisha.The Soul Beast Contest is beginning in earnest. As you know, it is the contests where these Adzes show off their excellent skills their Soulbonds have, the grand prize being the Lord or Lady of Laprisha.A rather odd custom that I am yet to come to grips with. How can you lobby the throne for such a contest?Still, it is the Adzes. They are a set of… umph! I wonder if I can find the word to describe them exquisitely.Do not think that Granin might also be that way because he is an Adze… He thinks clearer than the others and as such sees no reason why the throne should be lobbied and even opened to non-Adzes to compete.Well, the Adzes are quite famous with the law of Death which is not a pleasant thing, by the way. However, that alone is not the reason for their fame.They are also famous because they take great pride in soulbonding with beasts
"Why are you looking at it?" Tangera asked suspiciously."Isn't it obvious? That is one of the sentient beasts. The sooner it can get killed, the easier it is to shake off those Beastkins." Granin said, shrugging. "It just has to die.""Then... What about the Shadow Spider and that Manticore?" Tangera asked."Those ones can be settled but this is what Management wants." Granin replied rather coldly."No… no" Tangera frowned, shaking her head slowly at the ground as she took a couple of steps backwards away from Granin."it's not me who is making these changes, you know?So, try not to hate me, Tangera, okay?" Granin's face softened with a sigh. "I know how this is important to you being a trainer… But this is way above me, honestly. Lord Aiko is pulling all this strings himself and there is only nothing I can do as regards that." Granin said, taking a couple of steps towards her. "That is why I am even sifting these info to you.
Bayo froze upon seeing Tangera before him, walking into the stage. So, she'd been the one who opened it?And here he was…'Ugh! How dumb am I?' Bayo growled at himself."Come on…"Tangera turned around, beckoning to him. "You wanted to come out here, didn't you?"Bayo snorted, trudging out with his snout sniffing in the dark atmospheric airs.He paused when he got to the center, looking up to Tangera who stood in his way.She smiled at him, inhaling the air. With her hands sideways in the air, she turned around, a wry smile playing on her lips."You know… this place. The free air, the empty space, the vast pavilions…" Tangera said, swinging her hands up and down as she began to circle around with a carefree expression.The entire amphitheatre was silent and empty. Each step and sound seemed to echo for some seconds before subsiding. The sand on the ground was rough, scathered, evidence of
Lord Aiko sniffed in the air, wearing a grey bathrobe that dropped to his feet with the straps tied to his waist.As usual, the atmosphere is dark, a noticeable feature of the realms dominated by the Adzes. And as a result of their incomplete souls, these vampires are incapable in stepping out during Dawn time and throughout the day. In an attempt to solve this, they were able to infuse death energy into all their lands, bringing up a feel of the First Heaven into their place.As a result, demon waves that came down from the First Heaven, Orun Apaadi, naturally migrated through their realms. The vampires would do nothing most of the times. Actually all the time, encouraging the waves to pass through. However because of the fact that they were civilised of some sorts,they did not resort to entertaining their destructive tendencies whenever a new Icon arose.Today was however not one of those wave days. Rather, tonight, tonight, Lord Aiko had set the plans i
"Ladies and gentlemen…" The master of the ceremony screamed out of the bisellium.He was wearing just simple brown robes, a black girdle by his waist that draped down to the ground by the left. Over his shoulders, a black cloak resided them, coating his shoulders down to his arms.His face was rather oblique with a patch of triangular teddy by the ears, as if someone placed a traffic triangular sign there.His face was puffed and the edge of the black kinky hair he had, just by the edge where the top hair joined with the hair that sloped down towards the ears, a tiny of white was visible.Behind him, two seats made of long dark wood with rectangular backs that covered up the form of whoever sat there when viewed from the back were present. At the left and right sides, a little stool stayed there, having a brown wooden bowl and some nuts, refreshment for the course of the match.The MC stood right in the center of the chairs ahead
Bayo huffed, hearing the sounds of the metal rods retracting into the ground. His eyes widened, seeing the strange persons before him and just before he could think of anything, the spears with them hummed simultaneously as they thrust it forward.That same second, his senses tilted, his sense of being constantly shifting from place to place. One moment, he was walking on his paws, the other moment he was floating in the air.His insides hurt, almost as if something was trying to bite its way out, all of these sensations making him limp in the physical.'Move it' A voice had spoken and strangely, he felt some warmth from this voice.Not warmth per say. It was more of a threatening chill that told him that the only way out of all the aches he felt was through obeying the voice.And so, in obedience, he moved his form, walking before the vampires with their spears angled at the opposite sides of the neck in such a way that the vampires were behind hi
Here, you saw the title, right? Of course, yes, they would return. You certainly have not seen the last of it. So, like what was done at the start of this volume, we had an author boss note where we discussed the charcters and whatnot. Remember i mentioned that I was nto goign to make bayo the entire focus of it? Well, he kind of became focus of it being that the whole novel is geared to his wellbeing. Lol. At the ending, we can see that he is paying the price in full for the warnings Yasmin issued to him. Dont ignore soul adaptation but what does Bayo know? And i certainly cannot blame him. He has a lot of pressure on him, forcing him to amke the most drastic measures to ensure he is not lagging behind. But reclal that Bayo did not tart life as the toher Ascenders. All the Ascenders started their Life at the soul class of Elite. Elite is from 1000pts and above. BUt Bayo began from Basic Class,with less than 20pt which wa
And Pain.. “AAAAAGAGHHHHHH!” The huntress yelled out as the chunk of earth ripped through her back, spearing its way through her entire body, all the way from the back to the front of her. “Now, you can burn!” Ronke said and then, with a smile, she stomped her feet on the deck of the ship, willing back all of the flames that she had been keeping at bay. All of it, towards the screaming form of the huntress even as the ship began to break and scatter into bits of matter down the mountain ranges below. “Now, now." Ronke said, smiling as she willed up a gust of wind to take her off the deck as the deck finally succumbed to the head and the destruction of the flames even after it provided a dying frame for the figure of the huntress earlier. And then,the hull of something already so familiar appeared, rising above the form of Ronke. It lowered itself, a figure, which was Hana standing at the foredeck with her hand extended waiting to take the hands of
A large spike of Earth tore through the front deck of the ship, ripping through the spot that Slyka had stood in only seconds away now. The moment it ripped through,a gigantic explosion of flames burst out in the lower deck now, the entire mass of the licked up in instant flames and heat, turning out to be a massive firework in the sky. Now.... Ronke panicked. The level of destruction that she had caused with her earth spike stalling was catastrophic. She had to keep a wall of oxygen deprived air about her to keep the flames from gathering around her or ve scathing her own skin. She was not insusceptible to fire,after all, despite being able to control fire though. She was worried. But then, the worry about the CFR was the least of her concerns. After all, in the battle scene, who had to worry about what happened to the enemy. The person who did do that was the one who was willing to get himself or herself at the losing end of the whole thing. But for h
The Hunter is a killing machine which is specifically designed for such missions of severity, they do not show emotions and have no need for that because for the missions which they are assigned for, they have to be through and effectively. Their blows need to count and so the hunters are given new identities and introduced to the quality demanding system of the CFR. WHich would mean that even their souls are inculcated and taught about the values of the Cfr. In Other Words, they live for the CFR. However,this option of being a Hunter or Huntress is always so optional and never is forced on those within or without the CFR organization. It is only for those who truly seek to unlock the next level that the Cfr holds the key to. Lest we digress, the hunter is a single entity of overwhelming force. Unless the Hunters are all occupied at the moment or the CFR wishes not to involve them, then the army of
In life, we often do not have the option of choice. I mean, there is always the matter of choice but most times we have to choose between a great evil, and a far greater evil. In times like that, our sense of being is completely eroded, vanished from sight as we try to make the best of what we have to do. Sure enough, there might be a choice, lurking somewhere down the alley but for the matter of time being, we are blinded to it. And thus, the inevitable is what we eventually have to come for. Our choices are forced by the circumstance of the present situation. Which in hindsight does not look like a choice rather. In thesis is life and his priorities to keep. So, then, knowing about the instability of battle, the question is put out to all of you here. When faced with the tightest of situations, what would you do to ensure you live? To ensure that your values are not completely wiped out. In this situation, we have a matter of doing what is b
‘Yeoowww’ Bayo could only scream out in his mind, mentally as his whole body went through a wreath of red hot flames. Still in the gust of the momentum of the jump from earlier, his body went on, traversing space as he crossed the distance which was between the two ships. His body was roasting and he flew tall of the what, all of his insides feeling like marshmallows now. And oh, how hot the fumes were. The mere scent of the smoke that was about was roasting his nose, smelting down all of his internal organs that dealt with smell and breathing. His body hairs kept on shrinking as they blazed, the entire mass of the Lightning Fist Chimp now reduced to a literal burning mass of meat. Panic surged through his body now as Bayo crashed down to the decking of the larger CFR ship. While he wanted to re
The feeling had been instantouse for Bayo. For him to switch into the form of an Adze all in a bit and then revert back to the form of a Familiar Prime had been all so super fast. It was something which he did not think he would have been able to achieve, without Yasmin with him. Yes, of course, he could just as easily switch his body form ,without Yasmin being involved but also, he had to consider the event of the last time. He had spoked Ronke and the rest up when he had suddenly switched into the form of a growing Familiar Prime, as a youngling. He would not want something of such to repeat itself again, especially since it was bound to be a really rough ride in a bit, being that the CFR pursuing ship had arrived. It would be best not to unsettle anyone so that they could focus on what was really necessary and pivotal to their staying in the air for longer.
Beside a thorough negotiation skill as one of the prerequisites for a good CFR agent, another thing is to be considered in the midst of the yet many factors about a CFR agent. While the others may be so desiring, we would stress here once again, that lethal force is not always so desired in the CFR. If there is need forreal lethal force, there is the outer Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy or even the Inner Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy Army. If need be for thorough lethal force, then the army would be duly notified. An in such case this is often out of the hand of the CFR, However, be it known that it does not undermine the quality of the Cfr. While there is this option, the CFR does have its availability of lethal force. The Guardian and her aides are entities that are capabal of hta, so unless situation has escalated more than the numerous well trained CFR agents, then, Leth
Earlier… GBA MMM! A loud bang exploded now and the ship suddenly rocked to the left violently. Bayo could only growl silently in pain as his head, in reaction to the sudan movement, bounced against the wooden bar just before his head, towards the left hand side of the bed. “What happened?” ROnke and Hana shouted almost immediately as they jolted out of the cabin, looks of questioning on their face towards the one at the cockpit. Shin. ‘Well…” Shin cried out to them, his head tilted upwards, looking at something which was beyond them. “We have company and they have real mood swings.” He said, tilting to the right with the steering wheel as he attempted to stabilise the ship now. ****