"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
.ORI - Yoruba word for the personification of a soul. Back to the current happenings. Let's see what these two have cookinh.
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
Ever wonder why we have seven layers of Heaven stacked upon one another? If you never did, you should now.Now, lets look at this.I know very well that in all of the documentaries edition which I have written, we may have done some bits of heavy critical thinking. In the nature of documentaries, that may not have to be. It is usually of the make that those of us who write documentaries should do so with an extremely explicit disposition.However what fun would that be if all that us to life is plained out perpetual before us?I certainly would not succumb to that. Not by a long shot.This, I ask this of you, why would the seven heavens have to be stacked one another?The reasonsaee numerous, the records could be mistaken.Is there a certain truth to all that there is or is there something which is being hidden from us?The theories abound with time but none of them bear fruit. Fruit reasonably enough to stand as truth and fact.It begs the que
Eledumare can be abstract. Or rather Eledumare is an abstract term used to refer to the multiplicity of the Supreme Creators. Note that it is mentioned as Creators not creator. It is a very hard fact to consider that all beings have come to rest with the fact that Eledumare is a singularity rather than a trinity of sorts. As such it is hard to reconcile these to the ideology. It is even taken to be with offence should this topic ever be preached to them. But can we understand the mysteriousness that makes up Eledumare? Certainly not. To hit the nail on the head, the histories we have on Eledumare are not so well defined. This may be a basis stand for those who believe in the singularity of Eledumare. Still, understand life, such is not sensational enough. Eledumare is or can be. Considered an abstraction not only because of the trinity on which it stands on. But also because no one in the Fourth to the First Heavens h
If she could do it, then her pay would also go up. There was just so much for her to cut chase. Except that there was one problem. Her anchor, Ronke, was not seeing the situation the same as her. "Listen to my voice. Nnnrrggh! You are powerful, more powerful than you can ever imagine. No one else can do this except, so DO YOUR BEST, Familiar, Ganbatte(1)!" The immediate moment the words entered into the ears of Ronke, a new bust of resolve flooded through her entire nervous system. She sterned her heart, grinning her teeth in agony with her eyes still shut, a feeble attempt to lock out the pain. Bolts upon bolts of energy flashed out from her boy, streaming forward with reckless abandon to the dilapidated soul of Bayo. Like Iyabo had said, if any one else could do it, it had to be her. So, she would do it. For the sake of the one person who was truly selfless in all that he did for them.
"Ugh!" Iyabo moaned as light flashed, their forms appearing back in the room. Just like before it was they had all gone into the soul of the Familiar some time earlier. It was just hem, plus the slightly glowing Familiar who remained still on the place where he had been placed to rest. Ronke appeared, just like Iybo too, standing in front of Iyabo. It was not like they had appeared in the long run.. Ut was more of them gaining consciousnesses from their state of being Ori's. Oris who had gone into the soul of Bayo from earlier. "Ah!" Ronke exclaimed as she dashed foeard and went on her knees almost immediately. Eyes fixed on Bayo, she could see the slight glow from his body still. It brought a concern to her heart, considering that they had just attempted the healing of him. He should be alright by now, Ronke reasoned. After all, she was terrified about the fact that the pain endured would have been for nothing. Having to stomach
Now for the first theory which we have highlighted in the previous edition of The Tabloids. Eledumare did not do anything because he trusted the judgement of the Orisha. Like it as written earlier on, judgement my foot. To Orun Apaadi with that theory. However many would not agree to simply have this bypassed. They have come to be so comfortable with knowing what is false. And not only that, they have relaxed themselves into the acceptance of what is wrong and false just so that their beliefs are comfortably positioned. Indeed the truth is a hard pill to swallow. Nevertheless, it is one which we must swallow. Considering that truth is one of the fundamentals of the core existence of the Heavens. Which in this case is what we have set out about to publish.. Of course, most definitely, there would be those who would oppose. The number one group of these people are those from the Irunmole Society. The Irunmoles who believe in the in
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