Chief Segun stood by the melted doorway, his dragon-scale suit glowing dark red against the gray morning sky. The heavy blade in his right hand dropped fat sparks of black fire onto the concrete roof. Every time a spark hit the floor, the stone turned into black liquid.
"Chiamaka, get your brother," Chief Segun said. He did not look at her. His eyes remained locked entirely on Amarachi, who stood near the edge of the roof with the golden rifle.
Chiamaka did not wait. She scrambled across the concrete on her hands and knees, her fancy dress completely torn and covered in soot. She reached the metal stairs of the radio tower and pulled Samuel into her arms. She checked his neck where Fanny’s knife had left a small red cut, sobbing heavily.
"Samuel, I am sorry," Chiamaka said, her voice cracking with pure grief. "I did it for your operation. They told me they would fix your eyes if I helped them secure the Lekki gate."
"They lied to you, sister," Samuel said, his small hands holding her wet face. "They kept me in a dark room down there. They are bad people."
I stepped down from the metal ladder, keeping my body between Chiamaka’s family and Chief Segun. My mana counter showed 307/100. It was a good amount of energy, but the black fire on Segun’s sword looked different from any hunter magic I had seen before. It looked older, heavier.
"You are a fool, Chiamaka," Amarachi said from the other side of the helipad. Her voice was totally dry, lacking any sisterly warmth. The deep echo underneath her words made the large white helicopter tilt slightly on its landing pads. "You sold Tobe’s life to buy your brother’s sight, and now you have nothing. Your boss is going to kill all of us anyway."
"Amara, stop it," I warned, looking back at her. Her purple eyes were wide now, the light pulsing in sync with the red emergency box that floated in my field of view.
[Warning: Calamity Core Progress: 9.8 Percent.]
[System Status: Core energy leaking into target's brain.]
"She is right, young man," Chief Segun said, taking a slow step forward. His heavy iron boots made the concrete crack with every stride. "The girl understands how this world operates. The poor must feed the rich so the city can survive. That is how the system works."
He raised his left hand, which wore a heavy gold ring set with a massive purple crystal. He did not point it at me. He pointed it directly toward the Lagos lagoon, toward the high concrete wall that separated the Island from the Mainland slums.
"Activate the perimeter," Chief Segun commanded into his collar microphone.
A mile away, a massive beam of orange light shot out from the Top 5 Guild headquarters on Victoria Island. The beam hit the sky and spread out like a huge glass dome, dropping downward until it hit the border wall.
BOOM!
A loud, deep vibration traveled through the earth, shaking the hospital roof so hard that Chiamaka fell to her knees again, holding Samuel tightly. Beyond the wall, inside the Mainland slums, three massive black rifts tore open right in the middle of the crowded market square. I could hear the distant sounds of car horns and people running in total confusion as sand lizards began crawling out of the earth.
"The barrier is locked," Chief Segun said, a cruel grin expanding on his face. "No Mainland resident can cross into the Island now. The monsters will clear the slums, and their souls will flow directly into your sister’s core. When she hits one hundred percent, I will take the core and become the first S-Rank Hunter in West Africa."
"You are going to kill millions of people just for a promotion?" My fists clenched, my fingernails drawing blood from my palms again.
"They are not people, Tobe," Chief Segun said, his voice dropping into a cold snear. "They are just numbers on a spreadsheet. They do not generate money for the guild. Their only value is their souls."
Beside the helicopter, the two black-suited guards finally recovered their senses. They drew their high-grade pistols, aiming them straight at my head. "Drop the core boy! Now!"
"Gorilla, crush them," I muttered.
The shadow gorilla surged out from my boots, its massive arms sweeping across the concrete pad. It caught both guards before they could pull their triggers, throwing them completely off the side of the four-story building. Their guns fell onto the concrete with a loud metallic clank.
"You think that beast can touch me?" Chief Segun chuckled.
He swung his flaming sword in a wide circle. A giant wave of black fire shot across the roof, hitting my shadow gorilla squarely in the chest. The beast did not even have time to strike. The black flames ate through its dark mist in a fraction of a second, dissolving the giant body into thin gray smoke that drifted away in the wind.
[Warning: Shadow Gorilla completely destroyed.]
[Sovereign Feedback: You have suffered 40 points of mental damage.]
[Current Mana: 307/100]
A sharp pain exploded behind my eyes, making me drop to one knee. I coughed, a small stream of dark blood leaking from my lip onto the concrete.
"Tobe!" Chiamaka called out. She looked at me, then at her brother, then at the golden rifle lying near Amarachi's feet. Her eyes went sharp with a desperate, crazy resolution. "I will fix this."
Before anyone could move, Chiamaka lunged forward across the roof. She did not run away from Chief Segun. She ran straight toward Amarachi, grabbing the extra box of blue mana cartridges from the floor. She did not load them into the gun. She grabbed a small metal pen from her dress pocket, a high-voltage guild tracker tool, and shoved the sharp point directly into the center of the explosive ammunition box.
"Amara, jump!" Chiamaka shouted.
"Chiamaka, no!" I yelled, reaching out my hand.
The ammunition box erupted into a massive ball of blue lightning right in front of Chief Segun’s chest. The force of the magic explosion shattered every single remaining tile on the hospital roof, throwing all of us backward into the smoke.
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"My father died five minutes ago inside that mountain!" I called out, my hand buried deep in my coat pocket where the silver key rested against my ribs.In our land, supreme commanders of the High Council did not leave the capital unless a kingdom was about to fall. Zara Bello was a legend born from war. His glowing red greatsword had wiped out three southern rogue packs during the Great Border Rebellion ten years ago. If he was standing on that cliff, it meant the capital no longer trusted Lady Abigail or Commander Simeon to secure the iron core.Zara Bello looked down at me from forty feet above, his face completely unreadable. "The man who died inside the vault was a decoy, Nkiru. Old Man Nwankwo died five years ago in the capital dungeons, just as the records state."My mind spun into complete confusion. "I spok
The Price of Treason
Lady Abigail wiped Elder Vane’s dark blood from her thin silver blade with a clean white cloth, but my eyes never left her hands.In our world, the High Council’s chief interrogator was known as the Silent Blade. She did not lead armies or wear heavy iron armor. She specialized in hunting down rogue nobles and extracting trade secrets using capital poison and skinning knives. Seeing her stand five paces away in the iron pipe room proved that the High Council had planned this ambush long before Alpha Ugochukwu ever marched his pack soldiers to our border gate.I reached into my coat, my fingers wrapping around the cold silver key my father gave me before the vault ceiling collapsed."You wiped out my father's trade house five years ago," I said, keeping my voice level as I stepped in front of Amarachi. "Y
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Commander Simeon did not bring fifty knights to arrest me; he brought them to erase every living soul who knew how the capital stole its power.In the northern territories, the High Council ruled through fear and iron lances, but their secret strength came from anti-magic silver mined underneath our mountains. They called it law, but I called it robbery. They took our trade, killed our leaders, and wiped out entire bloodlines just to keep their golden chairs in the capital clean. I had spent years obeying their trade laws, paying their taxes, and keeping my head down. Today, that compliance ended."Form a wall!" Tobenna raised his heavy double-edged axe, his voice cutting cleanly through the panic in the cavern.The rogue warriors shifted into position, locking their heavy wood and iron shields together across the s
A Price Paid in Blood
Elder Vane was the man who taught me how to count silver coins, but tonight he handed Alpha Ugochukwu the blade meant for my father’s heart.In the northern pack territories, trading without an official council stamp was punishable by death, but selling out your own partner was rewarded with rank and land. I grew up believing that contracts were sacred. I thought paper and ink meant something. Standing in that stone hall, watching Elder Vane wipe dust from his fine silk sleeves while my father reached for his sword, I realized the only true contract in this world was written with sharp steel."You sold us out, Vane," my father said, stepping directly in front of me. His voice was steady, but his right hand shook as he drew his iron blade. "Thirty years of running trade lines together, and you bring the council’s executioner to my door."<
Secrets in the Deep
My father was alive.The words echoed in my mind over the rush of the river, shaking everything I had believed for five years. In our world, death was usually absolute. When the High Council sent back a body in a sealed box, families did not ask questions, they buried the pine coffin and paid their heavy taxes. My father had taught me how to run trade routes, how to read contract loopholes, and how to stay sharp when surrounded by enemies. But he had never mentioned a life spent hiding inside an underground vault beneath the Northern ridge.I stared at Amarachi, my fingers tightening on the small steel dagger in my lap. "You expect me to believe my father let me fight the pack council alone for five years while he hid under a pile of rocks?""He didn't hide to save himself, Nkiru," Amarachi said, steering our small
The Forbidden Sorceress
A sudden surge of purple light burned against the fog, freezing Commander Simeon in his tracks.In our world, magic users were hunted down by the High Council and executed without trial. The capital feared sorcery more than rogue armies because ancient magic could shatter alpha authority and break pack blood bonds. Amarachi was the most wanted sorceress in the realm. Ten years ago, she broke into the capital vault, stole the dark blood seals, and vanished into the wasteland. Seeing her stand ten feet away felt like watching a dead legend walk back to life.Simeon slowly pulled his silver blade away from my throat, turning his body to face her."Amarachi," Simeon said, his voice dropping into a dangerous warning. "The High Council has a standing execution order for your head. You should have stayed hidden in the wast
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