Fear was the first emotion that's gripped Bayo. This early and he was already cocooned?
His heart took a double double beat, compounding his 5-foot frame. The layer of sand was like a second skin strongly sticking to his body but yet holding inbound in one place.
The Familiar, Ronke, did not have plans for him to join the fight. And that he could not accept. After all, the only option Bayo had to save Jasper was through the female familiar.
'I can't go out now. We just started. I'm not done yet.' Bayo mused. 'Alright, Yasmin, let's get It started. Status!"
Name: Bayo -Ascender Human
Specie: Spirit Wolf Prime -Mythic Type
Soul Stage: Ground Class
Ability: Complex Speech, Energy Absorption, Alpha Howl, Crackling body, Buff Up, Agbara Detection
Law: (Law of Love) Law of Gluttony
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Ronke groaned on her fours, her silky black hair slowly swirling in the blurry haze of energy radiating from her.Whilst Bayo had gone engaging,Abiola had let her down to focus fully on crushing her soul bond as he had assumed. That act alone had allowed her time to consume another reconstructive healing pill, the effect of which covered her in white glow."Hahaha! Your Soulbond is finished. And your trump card is out, sister. Crushed under my hand. " Abiola laughed proudly, walking forward, towards Ronke and the dome. "You know your problem, Sister. You always underestimate me and all of us at Familiar land." He snorted, slamming his right fist to the center of his chest."Uh." Ronke groaned, raising her head to reveal the surprise in it. "Maybe, you're overestimating yourself.""What?" Abiola paused, frowning slightly.TSSSH… TSSSH… SSSHNNK…Static buzzed in the distance behind Abiola. The Familiar shot Ronke a startle
Hand of the Sect, I have duly received and acknowledged your report on the happenings in the First Heaven.May your chains continue to bring just punishment to all those who oppose the return of the MadPrime.Indeed, I approve of your actions towards combating the Emere. Had it been left unchecked, the case may be different from what it is now.And if it were to be different, then, we can say again, much to our defeat that the crazy gods themselves have bested us in this, once again.Those idiotic gods, living in all the wealth and power but yet subjecting the rest of us like pawns on a game of chess to their manipulative biddings.For centuries, we have endure their torture, continuously. And out of fear, we failed to stand by the Mad Prime in his greatest moments.If we had just the guts, perhaps Trixius himself might be the new god of all, the one with a better plan for us all.Alas, such is not the case. But then again
"Hah!" Asoju Temi slammed his right fist on his gold enameled table, scoffing furiously.Of recent, the stream of events that had occured she left a bitter taste in his mouth.Now, against his calculations, the blockade he asked for at the Exotic World Bridge of Amnor had failed, considerably.And that did not even matter that he had been able to discover another Ascender there.Not at all. For that crafty wolf to escape him, despite the mark he placed on it was perplexing. If at all, it meant that the Wolf or Dog was the most dangerous of all the Ascenders he had come in contact with.In fact, this was without a single doubt.How did the Wolf get past him, get past the Drakon wall and finally, morph into the Metalplated Dip Eagle that escaped Gbemiga's hailstorm technique.It didn't just make a single iota of sense.Except, Temi snorted, the Ascender had gotten help from someone.But then again, none o
**Light shone in the narrow passageway, receding shortly after with the form of Temi standing there, a black curtain before him.Asoju Temi stepped into the seemingly small room behind the curtain only for the room stretch for several meters, stacked shelves high with bulky books and dusty scrolls and scattered filesThe room had only one table that was illuminated by a tiny pinprick of light from the ceiling and filled with various ink bottles and papers as well as files. Behind the table was a huge but yet lean Drakon with his forehead having a gem that changes colors every now and then, while wearing a dark brown long sleeve robe.Drakon Lord Meados looked up from his books and scrolls, acknowledging the presence of the Emere before him.Pointing to the empty chair before him, he urged. "Please sit. We have long matters to discuss."Temi nodded once before accepting the invitation.Once seated
NOT A STORY CHAPTER!Don't unlock if you don't want to be overloaded with 1000+ bossy notes of Author.Unlock if you want to know more, Bayo aside. Kindly jump in, let's discuss. Share a comment, a review, let me know what you think.__________________________Hi, it is Author Sir_Impeccable here and this chapter is my boss rant session.XD.Don't ask why, I got jealous of Bayo and decided to pop up.Joking apart!I started the book when the lockdown in Nigeria began, in March it was. I needed something to get me off the impending boredom and so, I started it on Webnovel but here on Goodnovel, it was welcomed with open arms.I started writing, challenging myself with the idea of this 'What if something you assume to be this turns out to be something else?'What if, Heaven is not what it seems like?What if the First Born is not destinied to bring back Trixi
TANKING THE WAVEVOLUME 2 BEGINS**
Hana walked out of the Inn, her eyes solemn and her gait determined. She turned to the left, waiting awhile for her eyesight to adjust to the dusk airs before continuing.After that, with a deep breath of air, she walked, her curved face emotionless, down the street of Laprisha. Her mind was in a turmoil of so many decisions.
Earlier on.Bayo lay, head on paws in the far corner, diagonally opposite, of the room watching as the Hadjans got up from the bed.It was a dual bed styled room,with each bed facing each other like a hostel setting. The wooden walls are grey, monotonic in sight. Below the iron frames of the beds are wooden cabinets, space reserved for personal effects.The ceilings, made of boarded wood is of cream color, the structure wise color variation in the room presently.The Hadjans, Hana and Shin seemed rather suspicious to Bayo from day one. Noticing their eyes on him, Bayo makes his eyelids shut, subtly. He figured if this was the time they'd make their move then he had to also make sure everything went on smoothly.There was no point in falsely accusing someone, was there.His limbs ache with the dormant force that stiffened them in readiness for a spring. Surprisingly to him, nothing happens except for the opening of the black door. At th