Bayo stood in shock, in his soul space. He could not connect with the physical, no matter how much he tried his best. It was as if he had been cut off.
And right before him, the enormous ball for energy which continuously pulsed, the representation of his soul was in for worse. What used to be vibrant and bright was barely a thinned out ball of almost darkened substance. And all through the form of it, several cracks ruptured about it, the black miasma once again, trying to connect the pieces together as an adhesive. However, try as hard as it could, it could barely salvage the situation, the best achievable was a stalemate. Several strands of miasma rush out to catch the breakaway pieces of the soul, reattaching them to the main part before shooting out again to catch some new breakaways.
A hand latched to the shoulder of the frightened Bayo, making him turn his back now.
'I warned you, Bayo. I did. This is the result of ignoring the Soul Adaptation period. You constantly ignored it, constricting your soul to adapt suddenly to constantly changing conditions.' Yasmin said, shrugging. 'Just sad that I am here with you.'
'Then do something. You know I had to make those choices to survive.' Bayo said, turning left to clasp on the hand of Yasmin. 'Do something.'
'Obviously. My doing something is not enough. Soul Adaptation is not meant to limit you. It is meant to gently acclimate your soul to new working conditions of the new form you take.' The Soul genie sighed. 'Let's face it, Bayo. We are both going to die. And there is nothing you or I can do about it.' Yasmin said, sighing and then bending over to sit on the ground as he watched the scene before him.
"No… no… no… I can't accept this. No… no….' Bayo yelled out in desperation, tears running down his face as he watched, the fading of the light within his soul.
'You brought this Soul Fragmentation upon yourself kiddo.' Yasmin said coldly, already accepting the situation. 'Be man enough to accept it.'
The ship was in for the worse. It was pretty much obvious that it had surely seen so many better days than the one which it was in. And not only that, it was being supersped, through the dreary clouds that had formed in the sky while transporting a not so merry group of mixed race on it. It was the ship which had just been used in the battle against the larger CFR ship which had been in order to recover the ship and then to stop the ex captain of the CFR, bringing her to books. However, they had given it their all, the result being the reason why they all had their faces solemn even as they were cleared of any antagonist. At least for now. The sails of the ship rocked into space, spearing through the clouds, while the blue skinned Hadjan male stood, holding one of the beams while looking far into the distance. After squinting that far and not being satisfied with what he saw or whatever he was looking for, he shook his head in disappointment and then let
The 9ft towering figure made of a condensed mass of tightly paced stones picked his steps carefully as he made his way away from town. The air was fresher at this time of the year because it was the time for the infamous festival of Masquerades in Fair Weather. And as result, the people of the town had done their bit in making it work free and everything a festival time should be. That meant that there was no need to do anything which would present an issue to the air. And there were fewer people out there on the road, allowing for better ventilation and movement now. It was this time that he enjoyed the most, that is the figure who was made of stone. He was not like the usual Magmorians who were made of stones too, his own dermatology a little more complicated than those of the race of Magmore. He was an elemental Giant, or rather as the people
And then… Macabu fired out, another burst of energy into his legs as his mass traversed through the air in one mighty jump. In the little distance now, he could see the ship and the now rising cries of those who were in the range of it, at the city center as they cried and ran helter skelter. At this, his eyebrows or whatever was there crunched down in distress now while his skin tone began to phase back into the Lava Giant that he was. But ,Macabu would not have it. He once again swallowed his breath hard. He stayed still, holding his breath till all of the fissures and cracks through his skin was once more blue and oozing out chilled air every now and then. He splayed his fingers forward now and in one gust of wind, a blast of ice exploded outwardly like it was forcefully expelled from a
“We don't welcome people who want to wreck havoc in our town.” Was the last words that Shin heard before the Lava Giant went all charging for him. First off, Shin was appalled by the lack of mannerism by the Giant. The fact that they had crashed in this place showed that things had not gone out in the way that it should have been. So then, rather than go all out on them and try to attack them, the first logical thing that could have occurred was for him to at least try to render help. The rest could come later. At least, that was the norm that he was used to. Certainly not used to the ground quaking and shaking from underneath him while the cause of it all was literally fuming to rip them apart. He took
When you know the name of Laaroye, you must be careful. For he is a very vengeful Orisha who would not spare anything to ensure that those who trouble the peace of his children be vanquished to the depths of the First Heavens. Only fit to live amongst the worrisome descendants of the fallen one. Listen carefully to whatever incantations that are spewed out on the battlefield, for the time that you hear the words invoking the Law of the power of a God who was killed out of hatred, then you must flee. However, do not be deceived, though. Neither should you fear for those who Laaroye smiles on, are those who are saved and given a special power to protect both themselves and their loved ones. They master the art of making their great heroes remai
Her silver hair flashed now, swaying just a bit in the motion of the wind, left and right. She lightly tipped the end of the staff in her hand against the ground once more, her smile still unfading. Although it was showing that the smile was just at the verge of fading off. “Come on, you both. I know you are strangers here but then since you crashed down here,then you must get the help you need. Even though I can tell you that this place sets you on the edge.” Iyabo sighed. “Yes,it does. It has this lull on me.” Hana said as she walked forward now, her eyes squinting. “I would hate for me to have to draw out my sword on you, you know.” “Harrrgh!” Macabu growled, immediately nudging Shin aside as he dashed in two steps to the back of Hana. His hands were raised up high in the air, clasped and rea
“We DON'T KNOW THAT!” Hana growled as she stomped her foot into the ground, a burst of aura exploding violently from her body. “We don't! I’ll go check around the town and to the boat as well.” She said, turning around and sprinting off. “Hey, Bring the lady inside.” Macabu roared out from the entrance of the bungalow. He waved his hand, trying to smile. “This is the love garden, if you do love someone, it would reveal it all out. So, don't get worried over her actions, Hadjan boy!” Macabu added. Shin muttered some inaudible words to himself as he began to think about what Hana had said. They did not know that. No, that was not third to know but then, how could they just willingly give it up like that? They had to still try, after all, right? Once he made it tot where Macabu was standing, the Du
“Don't worry, I was once like you too. But you see, you would come to realise that in this place, your truest affections would come to light. For you, you have the desire to live up to someone's expectations. It is like that is all you are wired to do, that is what you see yourself as some sort of portector who must not fail… I used to be like you, until Iyabo taught me the secrets of this place. The secrets of what makes the love garden what it is today.” Macabu snorted and then turned around. ‘You want to know, don't you? You want to… I can smell the curiosity seeping out of your skin. He laughed. “You are going to talk or what?” Shin gave an irritated hiss, annoyed at the fact that the Giant was making a jest out of this. Yet, as much as he wanted to dispose of the idea that the Giant was indeed making a point, his
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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