Ronke straightened up just then, hurriedly wiping off the tears while Abiola watched with crossed arms.
"It's fine, guys. It's just been long we've seen each other so I'm sorta emotional about it." She lied.
"Yes, My sister has always been all emotional since birth." He played along, smirking.
"Oh-okay." Aeneas replied, dragging Denre out of the bubble. "Be fast, we will need to jump into a landing pad soon."
"Look, sister. If you were rejected before, now is the time to be welcome back." Abiola said as soon as the duo were out.
"Hmm..." Ronke nodded.
Once again, like every other unique Familiar, there was the innate longing to be accepted by their own people regardless of how much they had come to despise them.
"We know going through Orun Apaadi is suicide. But the elders have all thought about this. We've made plans, lots of plans."
"What plans?"
"You know we are quite skilled at making weapons. This time,
The squad of Ronke, Denre and Aeneas walked to the pad. On getting to the pad, people queued to purchase entrance tickets that was checked at the door of the flying saucer.But for the CFR agents, it was all different. They simply walked into the pad and greeted the pad conductor to gain entrance. Their transport cost was fully funded by the CFR as they had to do lots of moving about as pertaining to taming and subduing dragons.The Flying Saucer, a round large disk that was bloated at the middle, swirled slowly, humming as it gathered Wind Agbara to move.Ronke smiled lightly, shoving Aeneas out of the way to get a window seat. The latter grudgingly, in turn shoved away Denre to get a middle seat beside Ronke while Denre had to settle for the alley chair in the row.Wind Agbara, that was the aspectual speciality of Orisha Oya, Mother of storms and intercessor for the dead.When she had found that she was a unique familiar,
Under the leading of Guardian Enamore, the newly arrived dragon scouts walked past and through series of passageways, stairways and the likes. Soon they arrived at the end of the passage that they were, double huge archway doors greeting them. One door was slightly ajar signifying that someone had being there recently.Guardian Enamore stopped just aside, smoothening her face and her hair while also packing and shaping her breasts mounds and buttocks too, earning some luscious lustful mouth licking from Aeneas and Denre. Seeing them, she fumed but held back from doing or saying anything.She had always been hotheaded and as result, she wasn't exactly the favorite guardian of all times.But what did that matter? As a guardian, she was in charge of the vast operations of the entirety of CFR, it's branch quarters, field operations, findings and research as well as other technical whatnot that she rarely had time to refelect on what anyone thought
The Latent Stealth Dog clambered up the cliff, racing to the pack.What he was racing towards he was not sure? What did he expect? That the whole pack be there to wuff him welcome?He wasn't sure.But somethings were worth hoping for. Somethings required the tiniest bit, pint or drop of faith to finally work.Thomas Edison, that man, how many times had he failed...About 90 times?Bayo sighed, unsure of the actual record but what he knew was Thomas had kept on regardless.For him to have continued, trying, trying and trying... Certainly, there would have been people who would have discouraged him, yes, even though the records did not expressly say so.But Thomas continued amidst the discouragement, mockery.Amidst everything that told him to give up. That genius continued and finally, the universe smiled at him, Breathing life to his invention.As Bayo trudged on, he knew deep down wi
"I did it for the love, too." She said, a warm sensation surrounding her form, creating a sort of ethereal presence around her.She moved on, her eyes shining with light of ancient knowledge. With each step she took, warmth spread over about, the sensation of being loved, wanted, needed and valued invading every thoughts of creatures nearby, including Bayo.He frowned, mentally as the female came into range, making herself comfortable on the circular hedge of rock he had stood on as the Alpha."Hello, Bayo. It's nice seeing you in person. I am the 401st Orisha, the last deified human." She smiled, waving rings-engraved fingers at him.Her smile held on before wavering as she saw no response from Bayo, turning into a slight frown that even made her face more beautiful to behold."Right! You don't know who the 401st Orisha is."'Of course I don't! Who do you think you are? Forbes Richest human?'The beautiful woman simply smiled, dazzli
Just then, the air rippled, cracks appearing into the atmosphere. At this, the Love Goddess tensed, looking at the sky."I didn't imagine my talk will be his long with you, Bayo. The Aspectual Energy Of Love needs is guardian back. I only spared some time off because Obatala agreed to hold up for me."Hold up?Didn't this mean that she had to be always at her duty post, doing whatever she does to Love?"Heh." Osun sighed, reading his thoughts. "Did you really think being an Orisha was the lifetime retirement plan where there's all the goodies you want and it's so restful?" She asked.Well, yes, wasn't that the general idea of being a god or goddess?"No! Being the love goddess, I have to see that the energy of love is not left unchecked. Too much of everything is bad, you see. Even love Aspectual energy is left to itself, it will rampage through the strands of reality causing even greater havoc in all of creation. That is
Lady Grant stood in the balcony of a high towering building, some storeys up. The Behind her was her circular walled office depicting a sort of mountain peak when viewed from the ground.She rested in the balcony, leaning on the guides that were put in place to prevent any unfortunate falling, her japanese kimono outlining her slender but yet power radiating form as she sighed, lost in thought.Some time back, Lord Bello has ordered her to present a listing of all unusually powerful strong beasts but such listing requirement was definitely lacking.Did he mean, list out Rare Type beasts? Rare type beasts were unusually powerful in more than one ways that defied reality. Plus the fact that they were always drawn towards Fate Disrupting Beings to eliminate them.As she thought, a beastkin creature walked in, from her left.The beast like being had a thick mane of hair masking most of its Lion Face and even falling down on his black long coat. H
The Latent Stealth Dog circled the Horned Hind Bear, baring it's fangs aggresively, totally unafraid of the raging aura of the bear. Within few seconds, he jumped in, on to the bear, seeing the bear had become dazed with trying to follow him around andTHWACK!The business district of the dog homed on the unfortunate bear's head, shattering its skull instantly.Bayo howled, noting the increase in his strength since the encounter with the Love Goddess. So much that even these Bears could be finished with one critical hit.'Yasmin, Status.'————-Latent Stealth Dog -Mythic TypeSoul Stage: Ground ClassEnergy: 103/70Ability: Motion sensing, Heat infused TailLaw Affinity: (Law of Gluttony) (Law of Love)—————'Progress.' Over time, he had found that his bloodline type had changed to Mythic Type which meant that his pow
The Drakon Master, Dakota And Oberius walked into the street from a black mansion shaped like a cube. Flowers littered the edges of the walkways that transversed the lawn , adding life to the dull colored building.On walking to the street, loud noises rent the air, the atmosphere filled with changing, cursing and swearing, the signature move of aggrieved persons.But in Orun, aggrieved persons necessarily did not have a say. It was this- become powerful and ascend your soul Status or be treated as scum to be crushed under foot.The motivation was Ascend or grovel.But over the decades, the Drakonian Confederacy has undergone massive transformations of equity and justice. If aggrieved, you could take the case up to a Drakon Master to seek retribution.And truth be told, it had saved some many lives from needless death duels.And as result, Drakonian Confederacy has thrived, grown, survived and prospered tremendously, a noticeable
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. ****