40. Unfriendly Faces

Bayo barely had his life in his own possession by the time the whole atmosphere had cooled down. Or rather calmed down.

To use cool in a place like this was grossly an understatement. If he was not here in flesh and soul then he would have argued that. But being here was different.

There was never anything cool or warm in this place. It was always hot.

And the recent battle in this place had not helped at all. The temperature had spiked up worse than it was initially, so much that Bayo began to perspire.

Tongue hanging out, he moved, trying to make sense of what to do next. It was clear to him, however. What he had to do next was for him not to die.

At least, for him to spend some moments alone without having to race for his life. And the recent adventure he had undertaken, Bayo admonished himself, that had balls. To steal bits of Agbara from the two raging and battling creatures that had fought themselves to death?

If he had not been