Novels by Omotola

“Tell me that’s not coming down.”Victor’s voice was tight. No one answered. Because it was. The fracture in the sky widened silently, not tearing, not exploding, parting. And through it descended something vast.Not a creature. Not a machine. Architecture. Layered rings of luminous geometry turning inside one another, descending slowly like a celestial instrument aligning.Seraphine whispered, “That’s not invasion.” Julian nodded faintly. “No.” Council Prime’s face had gone pale.“It’s an assessment.”Elias pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the ache in his veins.“Assessment of what?”The Witness answered, voice resonating across the city. Of equilibrium. Across town, Adrian stepped forward beneath the descending structure.His supporters fell to their knees not in worship, but in instinctive submission. Adrian didn’t kneel. He simply watched. Elias stared upward.The rings rotated slowly, casting faint lines of light across buildings, streets, and people. Where the light passed

“You feel that, don’t you?”Victor’s voice was low. Elias didn’t answer immediately. He stood in the center of the chamber, eyes closed, breathing slowly. “Yes,” he said finally.Seraphine folded her arms. “Define that,” Julian spoke before Elias could.“Pressure,” he said quietly. “Equal and opposite.”Council Prime’s gaze was sharp. “It’s begun.” Elias opened his eyes. “The sky blinked again,” he said. Victor muttered, “That’s not comforting.”Elias shook his head. “No. It’s alignment.” Seraphine frowned. “Alignment to what?” Before Elias could answer The floor trembled. Not violently. Deliberately.A ripple of force passed through the chamber and out toward the city. Julian inhaled sharply. “He’s doing it.” Victor turned. “Doing what?” Julian’s eyes gleamed. “Stabilizing.” Across the cityIn the central financial district A crowd gathered around Adrian Vale. Unlike Elias’s plaza, this one was orderly. Structured. Silent.Adrian stood atop a raised platform. No shouting. No chaos. J

“They’re calling it the Restoration.” Victor paced.“Of course they are,” Seraphine muttered. “Branding matters.”Elias stood near the window of the council chamber, watching the city below. “They’re not hiding,” he said quietly.Julian leaned against the wall. “Why would they? Half the city wants relief from remembering.” Council Prime’s tone was clipped. “Adrian Vale has already secured funding channels.”Victor stopped pacing. “How do you know that?” Council Prime met his gaze. “Because the Council’s accounts are being drained.”Silence. Seraphine blinked. “They’re funding him?” “They’re funding stability,” Council Prime corrected. Elias turned slowly.“So you’re backing both sides.”Council Prime didn’t deny it.“We’re backing survival.”Victor scoffed. “That’s cowardice.” Julian smiled faintly. “That’s politics.” Elias stepped forward.“Tell me something,” he said calmly. “If the lie comes back… what happens to the memories?”Council Prime answered without hesitation.“They fade.

“You’re shaking.”“I’m fine.”“You’re not.”Elias pulled his arm out of Victor’s grip. “Stop saying that.” Victor’s jaw tightened. “You absorbed a rupture point.” “And he’s alive,” Elias snapped. “For now,” Council Prime said calmly.Elias shot them a look. “You’re not helping.” Seraphine crouched beside the unconscious man. “His vitals are stabilizing.” Julian tilted his head. “At Elias’s expense.”Elias ignored him. The plaza had thinned. Not emptied, just retreated. People watched from a distance now. Whispering. Pointing. Evaluating. “He saved him,” a woman murmured.“He caused it,” someone countered. Victor leaned closer. “You centralized the overload. That wasn’t instinct. That was structural.” Elias frowned. “Speak plainly.”Victor’s voice dropped. “You’re becoming the anchor.” Council Prime didn’t disagree. “That is precisely the risk,” they said. Elias exhaled sharply. “So what? I stop helping?”Julian’s tone was light. “You can’t help everyone.” Elias met his gaze. “Watch m

“They’re gathering.”Victor didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. Elias stood at the edge of the council balcony, staring down at the central plaza below.Thousands. Not screaming. Not rioting. Just… staring. Seraphine muttered, “This is worse than chaos.”Julian folded his arms. “This is awareness.” Elias didn’t blink. “They know,” he said quietly. Victor nodded. “Not everything. But enough.” Below them, voices carried upward.“That building wasn’t here yesterday!”“My brother died in the border war. There was no war!”“They took our memories!”Elias closed his eyes. “They’re remembering the edits,” he murmured. Council Prime stepped forward, expression grave. “Fragments. The lie is thinning unevenly.”Julian arched a brow. “Translation?” Council Prime didn’t look at him. “Some people are waking up faster than others.”Seraphine crossed her arms. “That won’t end well.”A stone shattered against the outer wall of the tower. Then another. Victor inhaled sharply. “It’s starting.” E

Nothing broke. That was the first lie Elias noticed. No fire. No collapse. No screaming sky. Just silence.The seam in the door stopped widening, hovering open just enough for his mother’s arm and half her face to exist in the chamber suspended between realities.She gasped, eyes locking onto his. “Elias,” she whispered, voice raw. “You shouldn’t be here.”His throat closed. “I came for you.”She shook her head desperately. “You don’t understand what I’m holding.”“I do now,” Elias said. “And you shouldn’t have to.”The Witness hummed softly, pleased. “See?” it murmured. “Truth doesn’t destroy. It rearranges.”Victor tightened his grip on Elias. “She’s destabilizing.”Council Prime barked, “Pull back! Now!”Elias didn’t move. His mother strained forward, fingers brushing his wrist. The contact sent pain lancing through both of them. She cried out. “The lie is unraveling can you feel that?”Elias nodded. “Like something peeling.”Seraphine stared at the walls. “The symbols are changin