From the door opposite the suspended body was Obedi walking in his long robe, accompanied by four men in dark attire. Following at a short distance apart was another man in long flowing robes with flare arms. He had a sort of wizened feel that was further accented by the pointed cap he wore on his grey hairs. The Irunmole stroked his chin, observing the situation in front of him.

"How long you say he has been like this?" He asked, looking from face to face with a searching look.

At that, Obedi cleared his throat after swallowing. "I don't think you should busy yourself with that, Agbawo. Just do what I brought you here for."

"Mo mo(1)." Agbawo replied, moving closer to the silhouette of the suspended body, "But to see that this Irunmole soul still exists after the treatment he has received from you is something. This is definitely not as easy as what you called me for. "He squatted in front of the silhouette now, poking at the skin before him.

After standing in front of the body, he turned back, looking carefully at the other occupants in the room. But that did not go unnoticed by Obedi.

"Ki lo de(2), Agbawo?" Obedi asked.

"Uh… Nothing, I would like to be alone, without the presence of these men." Agbawo replied, pointing at the armed men in dark attires. Taking a cue from that, the men left the room in succession.

"Now, shall we begin? Remember, just extract the beast and I will take care of it." Obedi crossed his arms, looking contented.

"Then what? Soul bounds won't just readily bond into a new host that easily."

"You talk too much, old sir. I have an essence capturing orb in here. I'll capture it long enough to keep it stable. If it doesn't accept soul bonding, then we can extract the essence and use it to power some artefacts around."

"Why am I even telling you this?" Obedi face darkened only to be replied by a shrug from Agbawo.

In that same instant, Agbawo eyes, a dim yellow glow. He rubbed his open palms together while muttering under his breath. "Agbara Osoosi, Soul seeker".

The air rippled as if contracting on itself. Energy condensed in swirling white vapor, covering up Agbawo and turning yellow afterwards. The energy thickened before it blasted forward into the body before him, flooding the area around Agbawo with a lazy yellowy haze.

And as that happened, the ma.s.s of suspended body jerked, an angry howl sprouted from the mouth. The howl was sudden and loud, causing Agbawo and Obedi to instinctively place their hands over their ears in unison.

The yellow hazy light began morphing, slowly, into a bluish hue. It took a couple of seconds as it ascended from the body, forming an astral projection of a growling wolf head.

The Astral projection of the head of the p.r.i.c.kled Bane Winged Wolf. Agbawo swallowed.

The wolf looked around, studying the environs sadly. Just then, its eyes fell on the men before it and then the wolf howled. In its eyes were the unmistakable glint of pity.

"Why is it doing like that? The entire essence of the wolf should have being expelled already." Agbawo asked.

Beside him, Obedi hissed, indignant, shooting him a look that said 'How am I supposed to know'.

The wolf's howling came to slow end, steam fizzling out through its hides. It c.o.c.ked it head haughtily as if expecting something of sort. But that was not the original idea. No, it wasn't even possible.

A soul seeker technique was the highest one available to his Omega Cla.s.s soul and was something he was proficient with. Although, it was used to induce soul bonding as its main purpose was to extract the soul of creatures, the defiency lay in the fact that it could not contain any soul essences but left it roaming until it was captured by an artifact or some technique stronger.

And that was something he had not reached. Not until he could grasp the Alpha Cla.s.s.

But that did not mean he was entirely defenseless.

Being a user of the Osoosi agbara, an Agbara that allowed him understand the workings of mother nature essence allowed him to have lots of defensive techniques that could pretty much save his a.s.s for long in a battle between Primes.

He pulled his right hand back swiftly and slammed it forward while intercepting it with the other hand. "Agbara Osoosi, Python's hypnosis" Both palms collided and a blast of forest airs swept across the room. An image of a python curled across the fist of Agbawo appeared before vanis.h.i.+ng into light.

But before then, its eyes seemed to enlarge project itself into an invisible board that created imagery of two slit pupils. Vibrations whipped out as the pupils flickered and vanished just as the python did.

But it had done its job.

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The scenario changed. Lights flashed here and there, a brilliant flash of colors crisscrossing each other. Agbawo blinked, his eyes adjusting to the luminance around. But just as he did, the atmosphere relaxed, leaving a soft glow of blue in the air and water that situated itself on the ground everywhere.

"It worked. Good"

He stood inside the mind of Sunday, looking around him like a hunter stalking prey. A little to the left was a silhouette gawking at him in rage. He knew just what that was and so, he smiled lightly, making his way over to the beast.

Seeing that, The Wolf adjusted its limbs in preparation to spring at the invader. "You have guts, coming into my domain" The Wolf growled softly.

"I can be daring at times." Agbawo answered as he came into view now. "Although I accept that you are tougher than I imagined. The Python's hypnosis is a move to trap you in a standstill to prevent your astral form from wrecking havoc. But I underestimated you. Instead, you reversed the countermeasure where you could be sucked into my mind, leaving me sucked into your host's mind instead. Still, it works just fine, I suppose." Agbawo said, hugging his elbows.

The wolf eyed him with a look that said, 'You still have no right being here.' It snorted, baring out its fangs. "And you expect me to believe you? "

"That is not necessary!"

"What?" The wolf growled back.

"Whether you believe or not is not necessary. I have come to offer you salvation. Freedom from his mind. You deserve someplace better, for a Rare Type Beast like you."

"Really? You want to extract me from Sunday?" The wolf asked, it face brightening.

"Yes" Agbawo replied with a patient whisper. He now took a walk, surveying the extent at which Sunday's mind was developed to. In a far corner, the blue atmosphere seemed darker than the everywhere. Like a mix of black had been sprayed into the blue.

"That's not good!" He muttered under his breath.

"…so that you can trap me into an orb, right? Is that not your plan?"

"Yes… I mean, No. what did you ask?" Agbawo turned now, facing the wolf. He was observing the state of his host's mind so keenly that he didn't hear when the wolf spoke.

The furs on the wolf began rising slowly, morphing into sharp p.r.i.c.kles that smelt of danger. Agbawo involuntarily s.h.i.+vered, taking a step back.

Waving his hands frantically, Agbawo's mind went berserk, trying to theorize a possible course of defense from an enraged Rare Type beast. But then it hit him, He was in someone else's mind and except he had a really strong soul, something of which he was lacking, he would not be able to make an Agbara imbued moves in Sunday's mind.

Practically, he was done for, except, he still had his wits. And beasts generally were not so intelligent to recognize a trap of words.

Yes, he would do just that.

"And, so what? You do what you do and you remained trapped in the body of this weakling forever? Is that not a slap to your pride as a Rare Type Beast. A Rare Type Beast, trapped within the confines of a child. How derogatory!"

'It's not! Keep silent.' The Wolf thundered.

"Why? You want to stay? You will just be a liability to him as much as he is you. The better choice is with me. Stop resisting me."

"Stop resisting you, so you can trap me in an orb, right?"

The p.r.i.c.kled fur began softening on the wolf. Agbawo noted this and smiled lightly. The wolf was buying it even though it was presenting an otherwise look.

"That's what Obedi thinks. But I have greater plans. Don't resist anymore, I mean, what have you to gain living within the body of a half-dead non-ent.i.ty."

The Wolf upon hearing the last sentence, lowered its head, the dangerous air around it vanis.h.i.+ng. Agbawo face brightened, even more. He was right. It had not taken so much to win the wolf over with words. He could almost taste victory.

He just needed to seal that in place.

"Much potential, yet so little mobility. And what's worse? Stuck in the mind of one weakling." Becoming hysterical, the wizened old irunmole flung his hands into the air, chanting excitedly.

"Allow me, I will give you the taste of what you have been expecting. A taste of power, strength, unchaine…"

"No!" A soft growl rippled across the air. Agbawo thought he had heard something else and so he continued.

"Unchained authority. Together, we would lay wast…"

"I said NOOOOOOO" The wolf howled, jerking its head up, as aggression burst out, a wave of tingling dark aura knocking back Agbawo.

Hands trembling, he rose to his knees, a look of surprise and horror visible on his face. He didn't want to believe it but had he just been rejected? Agbawo didn't have time to lament his rejection when wolf roared ferociously at him, he's very essence fading off from Sunday's soul.

The wolf snorted, annoyed. Even though Sunday was a numbskull, he was still much better than Agbawo. The wolf knew Sunday was one saddened Irunmole. But again, he could sniff potential in him. So much more that Sunday was capable of and he was willing to stay to see it come through.

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