Damn… Bayo whimpered. The two of them had been moving at the speed of light or maybe even faster. Did that not mean he was really done for if he got on the bad side of the Hand of the Sect?
As those thoughts crossed through the mind of Bayo,. Observing the form of the one who he had begun to hold in admiration,the Hand of the Sect looked drunken with laughter and excitement. He looked down on Bayo. Which Was not a deliberate thing but rather because of the extreme difference in height so it couldn't be helped. As he did, a sliver of mischievous sparked within his eyes as he dropped to his knees.
After doing that, he yawned, stretching his hands into the sky and then laying them before him. Thereafter, adopting the monk position, watching a rather terrified and exultant Bayo. He shook his head slowly, taking in slow breaths bfroe moving to likc his fingers and giving out a deep exhalation.
As he did that, the chains in his arms began to rattle, although
I didn't expect this too. Like wtf?
Why is it that the ones you love and admire are the ones who often hurt you the most? Heartbroken, Bayo could only wince and squeak in pain as his body went on a hyperbola only to come crashing down at the next ending point. His fur was grappled hard, with fingers that depicted that they were not here for anything other than business. The chains grinded against his flesh, ignoring the coating of fur to directly smother and smite into his body. They rotated, taking a sharp and sudden grind as they smothered against his flesh continously. And unable to groan in pain, his body soared in the air once more and then slammed hard again. With each swing and slam, a hearty laughter erupted from the mouth of the maniac, the Hand of the Sect. Why? Why? Why must it always be this? Why??? Bayo whimpered as he slammed down again, his mind ablaze. Why must it be when I decide to trust someone, to have a feel of their
"I despise those who take advantage of the Weak. I despise those who abuse their power. I despise you all!" The Serpent croaked out, coiling around Bayo while the Hand took several steps backwards only to fall on his bum. And frightened, the only words that escaped his lips as he tried to scamper off were... "Rainbow Serpent, Osumare!" "Yes, say my name. " The Serpent said with a slithery smile on its snout. Even though it appeared to be really very annoying, there was still the giant trace of it enjoying the desperation on the Hand of the Sect. "You have enjoyed toying with him. But not once did you consider that the weak should be protected by the strong and not toyed by. And this is one thing I hate!" He said, it's croaky voice appeared to echo for meters now. Bayo turned around as he shivered in fear. This time, he did not need the ability of the Agbara Sensing Fox to know what was up He could feel it. Eve
The missing accounts are numerous actually. They say when you lose something, if you don't put thoughts to it, it becomes something that never matters. I'm fact, in more appropriate terms, when you lose something and you choose not to remember it, the whole matter of it loses its worth that you ever placed on it. It is for this reason that we are able to forget things and be at absolute rest and once with it. There are many forgotten records. Many histories which have been displaced and then taken to be nought as time passes. They say time heals all wounds. And that is true Except that in this case, it means that Time also clears all memories. Now logically a memory that is not visited over time begins to lose essence within our mind frame. Being that we ever have to use our minds to survive and rationally exist, we must be willing to let go of the mundane to take control of the vibrant. It is not denia
When I received the message of the Incarnations of Trixius being in the reach of the First Heavens, I did as I would be expected of. Promptly I left, together with the handpicked persons the Sect had chosen for me, down into the First Heaven to await the personification of the First of Trixius 21 one Souls, the First Born. However, what I did not expect was that The Emere would follow down there to attempt killing what was of the legacy of Trixius. To be very honest, I would have stayed in the background, observing the creature of interest whilst keeping it safe from the ever preying hordes of demons and beasts in the chaotic realm but, you would agree with me that my actions were of a necessity. Although, there is an underlying danger that word about our existence may come to limelight, of which we are not ready for the consequences, but I highly doubt that. <
"Ahh!" Iyabo moaned as her eyes went wide with light pulsing through it. Her lips parted as well as her chest was pushed out further. The next second, she reached him out for a shocked Ronke who was just dispersing her technique. That is, the technique she had wanted to use to attack the Iyabo earlier. Light swooshed and the atmosphere blurred, everything clearing into thick mist and obscuring all from sight. In the midst of all of this two light beams aepare, color flickering on and off on them. It took about some seconds but even more, the colors affixed to the beams of light. Solidity bgan to take place, both of the forms gradually beginning to become the figures of two ladies. Iyabo and Ronke. Iyabo heaved, her chest rising and falling as she looked around with a smug look on her face. She had her staff in the right hand even as she looked to the side where Ronke was. "What is it?" She asked. "I… I don't k
We speak of the Mad Prime like he was the evil of our reality. Yes,that is what is reached, brainwashed into the hearts of the young ones that they may not have the audacity to come to another belief of the actual truth. It is pasted everywhere, publications come up daily denoting and denouncing the evilness of a person who sought to change reality. And that is, for the better if we are not so arrogant and dumb. The Mad Prime has been demonized. Cated and painted as a true demon and the one to whom we must all fear. They teach that if indeed he ever does return, it would be catastrophic. However never have they for once considered the authenticity of his stand. What is true cannot be destroyed. Although it is submerged and hidden, eventually it would surface to the top. All that matters is the time that this process would definitely take. However, time taken does not denote that it is less potent. And such is the case o
"I am Yasmin the First." The figure mentioned, adjusting the glasses with a tip of the finger. "Soul Remnant of Trixius the Great. And You Shall Not Pass Through!" The voice of Yasmin the Fist was crystal clear to the hearing of both the Irunmole and the Familiar friend of Bayo. There was no two ways about it; this figure and person did not want them to go any further than where they had been. However, it begged the question of what for? What was this figure that was speaking and how did it mean it was a remnant of Trixius? Ronke's head spun with the serach for these answers. While on the hand of Iyabo, she let out a little chuckle like she had everything under control. To say that she did have it under control would be an understatement. Grossly. She was a healer, using the Law of Love to do her thing. This would not be the first time that she would experience something like this. More often than not, the ones who sh
"Heh!" Yasmin snickered as he looked back at the figure of Bayo, dusting his hands off and standing sideways like he had nothing to do with them. He shot Bayo the stink eye, shaking his head at him now. However, Bayo did not seem to mind that. He was already so close to death. And the comforting thing about it was that, despite the attitude of his Soul Genie, the both of them were not getting out of there. Perhaps, it was. Savage desire but he felt a rising warmness within him The soul genie would not get out, neither would he. That would mean that he did not lose to Yasmin. He kept his word, even if it meant that it would or may be the end of him. At least that's what it meant to be, if he had not seen Ronke. And the Irunmole Lady. That seemed like… he wanted to hope… That he could get out of here? That there was hope after all? That he had proved Yasmin wrong by believing in his friends? What did this mean? Bayo
Heyyyy.... Author Reader interaction here. First of all, thank you for reading this book. Special shout out goes to Lathawn. This amazing reader reached out to make me pick up the pace of updating. Even though I did not always update as early as possible [school stuff], I always had the double chapters in mind, because of him. I think I stuck to that, actually. Alright, fun aside. Here is my view on my book because why not? I am my own reader as well. [SPOILERS OF BOOK 1 HERE! Pls read BK 1 before reading this chapter]! !!!!! !!!!!
No more did the noise of the crowd disturb the harmony of both Hadjans as they stood still, both of them staring at the ground. After Abiola dispersed the assembly, he had said a few parting words to the crew and then left, his head heavy in thoughts. The City was in mourning. Whether they blamed Ronke for bringing in Ascenders in or not, it did not change the fact that Ronke was gone. There was no way in the Seven Heavens that they were going to get her back. At least, not in the form she was, when she was alive. Ken and Spyder stood a while back, watching but not daring to say a thing. They had not known the crew for too long, their only actual connection being no one sles but Bayo. Now, Bayo was gone. Or rather, Bayo had gone rogue.
“He was an Ascender/” \ “How come we did not get to be told this?” “Ascenders are always evil. We know this.” “Why did you withhold this from us?” “Why Would she bring us to the services of an Ascender.?” “They say the boy was her lover?” “Is it true?” “ What is this? This is bad!’ “The Irunmole Could come down on us soon.” “What she did, not telling us, was bad.” ‘I don’t support this.” “Ronke did us bad.” Ascenders: Rising To Hero
I, Temi, former Asoju of the Irunmole Society and ambassador to the Draconian Confederacy hereby write, in this official statement in my defense, that I do not regret my actions so far. Nevertheless, it is not to your fault that I hold these things. I try very much not to dwell on what is past but in the same vein, the recent happenings have left me irked. So irked that I would rzae the heavens to get my vengeance. The one who cost me my pain, the Ascender and First Born of the abominations of Trixius. Fight and destroy every one of them until, at long last, my dignity is restored and the hand that struck me down is brought back in embers. I, upon my honor, I shall have the head of the First Born. Maybe, only maybe by then, you may come to believe me. To believe the extent of the severity of the threat that194. First Born's Judgement
Life is not one thing that is set in stone. Our fate is not set in stone. One moment, we may think we have it all but then at that same moment, Life plays its expensive jokes at our expense. There and then, the life that thought was perfect immediately takes a sour turn, making for nightmares what once thought we had. It is a pitiful tale of our own very existence but it is so that we must live. One by which we must abide in, as far as we are not gods. Even the gods themselves are fated to live lives in which they are not pleased with. What then is the confidence for us who are not even like the gods in any way? There is nothing in life, that being said, there is everything in life. Let us not think that at our best moments, we do not expect the worst. Always set out good things but then, keep a handy
“Did you know about this?” Abiola asked Ronke, mouth agape. “He is a monster.” “Yeah, that does not matter. We won.” Ronke dismissed the conversation. But on looking back, her eyes widened now. Several of the Familiars seemed stuck to even act as they stared at Bayo, standing over the gigantic mass of the Turtle Backed Sonic Beetle. She could instantly guess what they were thinking. Now, they would be putting two plus two together, making their observations about what was really happening. Holding her stomach now, she heaved and then screamed out, free hand in the air. What if they decide to turn Bayo over to seek the peace like they usually had to do/ Her Heart raced, numerous thoughts surging through them. She would have to find a way to protect him. Sh
Apart from absorbing bloodlines while you fight, what else did you notice about this battlefield/’ Yasmin asked Bayo as he flexed his fingers right in front of the Beast. The Turtle Backed Sonic Beatss was already in front of him and the form of it was indeed tremendous. Just like he had seen from a distance. It was fearsome, its huge buck tripling the confidence of the monsters as it stared at him balefully. “You Want some?” Bayo taunted. ‘Focus, Biayo.’ Yamsin Called out to him. ‘I know, I just want to say something to it. It's staring at me and making me feel somehow.’ Byao complained. The Beast in front of him seemed to study him with beastial intelligence. It remained still, pausing and waiting while its Beetle eyes
“Ah!” Ronke moaned as her body slammed helplessly against the ground. She thrust her hands to both sides, her vision hazy. Looking for something to grab onto and regain her balance. However, for each object she touched, she could only make out the soft, squished and slightly distorted forms of them. These were once living creatures. There were the bodies of the beasts which had been stuck down by the familiars so far. Pride surged in her heart but at the same time, looking on through the hazy vision of hers, she felt a bit of panic. What was Bayo up to now? “Hey, need a hand?” A voice called to her, helping her get back up. Rejuvenated by the source of the voice, Ronke summoned all of her will power as she rose, hefting
No matter what happened here, Ronke’s plan was not foolproof. Things could always go south. It was for this reason, Hana remained jittery all through the wave. None of that they had faced up till now could prepare them adequately to face a wave. She knew that much. Despite being Lord Classed, she still felt uneasy. Somehow, something would happen. Something that was unplanned for. That was what she looked out for. The one thing she would be able to tank out with her Lord Classed Soul Strength. Law of War churned in her soul space, furiously boosting her spirits as she held her blade, tense but ready for action. She dashed to the left, slicing through, her eyes shut. Fiery aura razing into the atmosphere about her as the air heated up considerably. Her mind went ablaze, alertness level surging high. This was the true power of the Lord Class. The Class were one had a Soul Aura, the first true step in the beginning of power ascension. She opened her eyes