After a week in school, a particular incident occurred between Idibia and Agaba.Idibia troublesome nature made him confront Agaba with the goal of taunting him once more, his eyes gleamed with malice as he strode into the classroom, his sights set on Agaba. The air was electric with tension, and the entire class held its collective breath, sensing a confrontation brewing.Idibia’s voice dripped with venom as he taunted Agaba. “hey, Agaba, how’s the heartbreak treating you,kid? I heard you tried to escape it by… well, you know. But I guess you didn’t quite succeed, huh?”The class erupted into a chorus of gasps and snickers, with all eyes fixed on Agaba, waiting for his response, but this time, they got no response from Agaba. Idbia’s words cut deep, but Agaba’s expression remained a mask of indifference. Idibia, expecting a rise out of him, continued to push his buttons. “I mean, I’m sure there are plenty of other girls out there who’d be happy to help you mend your broken heart. Y

Adejor, Idibia’s enigmatic elder brother, emerged from the shadows of Lome, Togo. Four years prior, he had vanished under the guise of visiting a friend, concealing his true intentions: a clandestine spiritual sect meeting. His return was met with warmth, but an aura of mystery lingered. Adejor’s companion, Akan, was an imposing figure - tall, dark, and eerily quiet. His presence seemed to command attention, and his piercing gaze hinted at secrets untold. As they settled into Adejor's family home, an air of anticipation hung heavy. Unbeknownst to their loved ones, Adejor and Akan were driven by a sinister purpose. They sought to exploit a hidden breach between realities, unleashing their dark deity upon the world. Following a series of cryptic rituals, they discovered the fragile boundary between realities vulnerable in the Otukpo region. With their sights set on Nigeria, they returned with occultic artifacts cleverly disguised by a spell of deception. The cult, shrouded in

Under the veil of darkness, Adejor and his fellow cult members converged on the outskirts of town, their shadows dancing in the flickering torchlight. With whispers and incantations, they performed a series of occultic rituals, their eyes aglow with an otherworldly intensity. As they sat in a circle, Akan’s voice wove a spell of anticipation, revealing the long-sought secret: the thin line dividing the realms converged in this very town. The challenge lay in pinpointing its exact location. United in their quest, they resolved to rent a discreet abode, far from prying eyes. Adejor’s home was ruled out, lest they attract unwanted attention. Instead, they opted for a hotel room in the bustling heart of the city, where activities would blend into the chaos. Within the hotel’s walls, they ensconced themselves, their box of occultic instruments at the ready. Akan and his assistant, Fumi, a mysterious and enigmatic woman from Lagos, remained in the room, their eyes fixed on the u

A shiver ran down Agaba’s spine as he recounted the fateful day his destiny was forever sealed. “…my father took me to the sacred cottage, a tradition passed down through generations. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. As I stood gazing at the spectacular appearance of the Echor, the ancient stone cracked open, and I was suspended in mid-air, my body sliced apart by an unseen force…”. Agaba’s eyes seemed to gaze into the depths of his soul. “…my father witnessed a vision of the gods themselves dismantling my body, infusing me with the raw power of the elements. They prophesied that the seal would break during my lifetime, and I must master all seven natural elements before the impending catastrophe. For the past year, I’ve been training relentlessly, honing my skills to face the unimaginable challenges ahead…”. A hint of trepidation crept into Agaba’s voice. “… my uncle warned me that Agaba and his minions may return, more powerful than ever, after spendin