It was time for her to take things serious, or so Ashabi was willing to think so.
She was a Masquerade, a phantom one at that who was jaut recently bonded to the Hadjan Host, Hana. There was only so much control she could have. It was literally from jumping from one master to another, except that this one was the one whom she could edge over. This was not the Cheif of Fair Weather. It was not the matter who knew how to use the collective powers of the other Masquerades in order to force her submission. Now, that it was just them and her, Ashabi was willing to deal drastic damages to them. She had to make sure that the power the Chief enjoyed was massively cut off before he came around. That Chief, she truly had a lot to settle with him. However now, She had to to deal with the most obvious problems before her. The five standing Masquerades. Moshi, the Wind Masquerade was already gone and so defeated. It was no strange that it hadFinally, the battle happens. Lol, I couldn't keep postponing it. It's not like it was badass, Ashabi is badass already so the others won't be any issh for her at all. Well, I'm curious about that middle aged Yetian. Wbu
And the last pillar with seven chains, that one simply gave way. Shattering to bits but not before each of the Seven Chains were broken with a forceful eruption of concusion winds.Gasping to breath at this point, realization, the man immediately jumps to his feet now. As he did that, the people who had begun to gather around him in a panicky circle immediately give space allowance to him.“Chief Bamiro! The masquerade of the seven chains has escaped her hold!” One of them spoke, he had a head band of blue on his face.“You think I don't know that?” the middle aged man who turned out to be the Cheif of the town fired back, spite in his tone.Since the beginning of the festival now, he had has a forebroding feeling that things may not be the same afterwards. He had wanted to call it off but then he was only a Chief. And as a Chief, full power never really was his.He had a council of Elders with whom he was to consult with and the then derive jo
Now I know what you kay begin to speak about. That we dwell so long on the subject matter of the God of Seals and protection along with his most favored people. The yetians in the town of Fair Weather.However, before such lime of thought should be rationalize, let us come t the understanding that the God of Seals is simply too extensible to hastily discuss. More so, the people who have taken after his Law, granting him a sense of providence much like the other major important Gods are simply too complex to discuss hastily. Now, I reckon that there are other Orishas which we ought to diwcss, others to whom have the most interesting sorows of how they came to be. But then, patience, we should reach there soon enough. Very soon, in fact. But not after dissecting and totally analyzing everything about this Law and the people that abide by it.The Apata Orisha is a powerful artefact. If artifact itself can cut as the most sofficing word for it. Let us say, it i
Rushing towards the Battle Avatar of the Chief, Ashabi let out a cry.Whether itwas because of the fact that sighting the Chief had exerted some pressure on her state of being or that she was simply seeking to end it all with one scream, the reason was unclear. And still, she charged, hands merging into the air towards the Chief.As soon as she got into proximity of the Chief and his avatar, the air shimered about them. The space about both figures seemed to grumble now as it compressed and expanded almost immediately in the same a lot, over and over again.The Chief cocked his neck, which was replicated by the head which was foremost above. Not the one which was directly over just floating being but the one on the neck itself.The Chief also cracked his fingers now, and then the Avatar followed suot, replication every action he made on the chest of the Masquerade Avatar of the Six.Charging forward now, all set of 14 eyes locked on for the das
As each of the seven figures dropped down from empty air, their hands jerked out forward in unison slapping the ground.These were the men of the Chief, the ones who had been trained for the eventuality of a reseal. For the case when a Masquerade would break it's bonds and try to come out to wreck havoc.A second resort contingency. That is when everything else had failed. Which in this case, was the Chief. Even though, that did not mean it actually. The Chief had been duly protected by the healer Irunmole.However to the seven of the Yetians, they had not known that such would have occurred. Which was why they had promptly escaped from where they had maintained in the surroundings, taking charge and focus of the entire battle scene.Taking sharp looks around, they quickly estimated the damage done to the Avatar of the Chief. It was not much, considering that he was the Chief and he had the powers to the six Masquersdes which were still sealed in
“WAKE UP!”The voice cried out within the subconscious of Hana now. The Hadjna lady had her eyes flutter lightly in response to the sound.Singing to herself, there was just darkness which se could see. Darkness left and right, all about her that she could interact with. So pitch black, she could not even see her own hands, talk less of the year of her body.She just had a feeling that she was there. She was not dead, she was still alive. But yet, it seemed that sh was in an alternate reality, one which she could not break out to the main one. She was isolated.And what could have caused it, she had no idea.“You need to WAKE UP!” That same voice cried out to her, sounding annoying and yet desperate.The voice seemed to contain contempt and yet pity for her. It was hard to decipher which one was the harder but then she tried not to dwell on it. The only thing she wondered about it was how could one hate something or someone and yet have pity for it?Or her
Hadjans know only one thing. And that is to fight to the last breath. Let us consider. The nature of the Hadjans is one which is not common. Of course there have been other races with much more difficulty tapping into the ambient Agbara stream that is ever present in our realities. The Hadjans would not be the first. But then, considering the size ratio of theHadkans to almost any other race, the Hadjans may be exempted. Why? Oftentimes, other races with a small body ratio and then with no access to aahbara often have some ability rk complement. It would be folly to universally agree that all spirit races are not allowed access to Agbara. After all, what makes a spirit being is the constituent particles
What is this special ritual which must be undergone by the Hadjans? And when must it be? Is there a specific period of age which is best known to haetge most effectual result or what more is there to it?Unlike the other cultures of other realms, the knowledge about the Hadjan Ritual bath is not strange or hidden to others. Although the definite details about the ceremony such as how and what is used exactly to stimulate the absorption of Agbara in the body and the other things are not known. That we can believe it to be as the reason why the Hadjan Commune would remain to be aloof despite the investigations on this special ritual of theirs.Every culture has their secrets. This rtiitual bath and it's constituents are readily hidden to preserve the sovereignty of the Hadjan Commune.Although there have been special trades with other people and other racesby the Commune. People who have likewise being denied the bountiful goodness of Agbara and yr have been of marvelou
And he, the Chief of Fair Weather, was not eager to be one of the many that this technique would fall. Instead, he reasoned, he had to look for a way to break his own seal, regroup or rethink and then come up with a better way to seal this Lady. For one, the Law of Seals was focused more on protection. It was the perfect counter against the Law of War which was more
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