All of that for what? It wasn't that Ibiyemi would suddenly grow strong overnight to hold up against him, was she? That was the plan his father was banking on.

Hoping on what could never be.

All he had to do now, was to calm himself as a prerequisite to gain entry back in. And when that was in place, he would not hesitate to pull his own card out. A Check up that could not be countered.

Sure his father could deny his claim. But not when Wole was around. Wole was the counter measure he would use if his father seemed to be smart. But that would not really be necessary as he didn't think his father would have another counter measure.

Speaking of Wole, where was he at the moment? Hadn't he told him to stay close and await the signal? Now where had he wandered to?

Oh G.o.ds! He hated losing. Even momentarily, he hated it. As at now, Rage rushed into his mind, compelling him to race back in there to attack Folarin.

Control Yourself! Control yourself!! You could lose the support of the 1/3rd of stakeholders that you have. It is all a matter of control, Afolabi.

Easy, easy, He calmed himself. Taking deep breaths, he straightened up and looked around, observing the walls that faced him from the opposite direction. It was not really a wall but an illusion to keep prying eyes from the irunmoles who were entering a particular door.

He gazed intently at it, willing to see what was there initially. Gazing deeply, the air rippled as the illusion began clearing away like a sheet being rolled away. Instead of the wall that was there previously was a balcony that could be seen if one could gaze properly, a.s.suming the irunmole had a cla.s.s rating of Omni.

From the balcony, he looked down, observing the minute traffic on the ground below. Grunting, he heaved, his soul feeling slightly off balance. After pondering why that had happened, he dismissed it as his outburst of anger earlier.

Or maybe that was a sign he should look for Wole. Yes, it could be it. After years of fighting, he had learned to hone his senses to be sensitive to the odd resonance his soul gave off at times. Now was that time.

He had to look for Wole. A sense of urgency rippled through him, making his hairs stand. Was Wole in danger? Well, Truth be told, he didn't really think much of that scheming yet to-be-demon of an irunmole.

He was very certain that once he had gotten the leaders.h.i.+p of the alliance house, Wole would turn on him. Yet he couldn't dispose him yet, not when his ability was an a.s.set. Not that he couldn't simply use an artifact or learn the technique but it did give a feeling of superiority, having someone follow you at your beck and call.

He walked to the end of the walkway now, in search of Wole when he felt ripples across the air at a distance from him. Ignoring that too, he walked the narrow walkway to the adjacent small hall that contained stairways at both sides.

He got there within short time, his walk a hurried pace. When the air rippled even stronger, the feeling of heat began singeing his hairs then it clicked.

Something was definitely wrong, with his surroundings. No Wole as at now. Quickly, he reached inside his soul, pulling a ma.s.sive amount of energy. His fingers glowed faintly, feeling the inflow of energy rus.h.i.+ng from his soul. He opened his mouth now, about to call out the defensive technique with which the energy would flow to.

Suddenly, pain rang out his entire frame, his body shuddering as it hit the wall. Two pin point of energy had pierce into his heart upper and lower torso. He groaned his voice hoa.r.s.e with the way he yelled recently.

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Looking down at his body, he saw two points of essence bleeding out. Ordinarily, the stabs he received would not have affected him to this extent. In fact, his innate aura would have slowed the penetration to a mere scratch but the stabs had been accompanied by force.

The move was deliberate and planned to the end. Only an a.s.sa.s.sin could have been this accurate. He coughed now, holding his stabbed regions. As he did, he began reaching within his soul once more, with focus on escape rather than defend.

"Agbara Esu; Vanis.h.i.+ng Poi… Ummrrrrggghhhh." Afolabi grunted his hands flailing to the side as pain drove into twin points of his neck, impaling his completion of the Teleport Technique. His vocal cords were impaled now and in response, essence gushed out of his mouth, making gurgling sounds.

Panic filled his eyes as he stared into s.p.a.ce. Whoever was doing this was definitely an expert at this. Who would have thought to do this? Father?

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She sailed through the air, moving fluidly as she descended. Normally, her leap was only to be shortlived but 'seamless flow' was a technique that added momentum and quiet to whatever movement she was moving in. It was a skill that could boost her jump a little bit, making her jump higher and longer than she could normally, while guiding her flight so she could land noiselessly rght infront of the target she had envisaged. Although the technique was not limited to only jumping but it did have its extra effects along with it. For her, it made her a.s.sume a heroic feel.

And she sure wasn't going to miss out on that.

In front of her, Afolabi seemed to wince like he had noticed something.

'Not now, not now, Oh, Orisha Esu. Not now' Ibiyemi prayed frantically.

It wasn't like her prayers would be answered as she knew just how interesting The Patron Orisha was to his Irunmoles. If her stealth was to be discovered before she could strike, then there was no way she would ever get close to him. As she was, in mid air, vulnerable and all that, the only person she could turn to right now, was Esu himself.

And she didn't want to fail her father.

No, he depended on her now, more than ever. For once, her father had trusted her that she could hold her own. He believed she was more than just that frightened little girl everyone had known before.

As if guided by Esu as well, she landed just infront of him, her hands going into a hyper drive as it struck forward of its own accord forcefully. In that split second her blades connected with Afolabi, she could feel the Abefele Iruju glow hotter than before as it sliced through.

There was no one to attribute that but Esu. He had answered her out of the blues. And she was not going to waste it. Already, Afolabi had begun to stirr up energy, ready to unleash it.

She frowned beneath the mask, her hands whipping up higher in the air. She wasn't going to take chances. With closed eyes, she drove the blade right, right into the oesophagus of her brother, watching him bleed, impaled and unable to speak.

Her eyes moistened as she watched the sight, steeling her heart. 'He left me no chance.' She reasoned tryint to raise her wall to block her conscience out.

Suddenly, a thud sounded some distance away. She turned her head to look upon reflex to the source of the sound when a huge weight slammed into her.

Her eyes dulled as reality blurred continuously. A second weight landed on her head, making her spin around, dazed. She felt a third weight coming at her and instinctively, she rose her left hand to lessen the impact.

Still, the blow landed, throwing her down to the ground dazed. Energy s.h.i.+vered off her body, reacting to the broken ring artifact she now had on. Her body was now slowly becoming outlined, the invisibility she had enjoyed before vanis.h.i.+ng entirely.

But no. She couldn't just give up like that. She had to put more of a fight. "Y-you…" She gasped, her body failing her.

Slowly, the outline of who hit her came to view. The figure had a brown cloak with a hood that had not been worn. Instinctively, she gritted her teeth, fuming as she gazed on Wole.

She felt humiliated. Useless as Wole stared down at her like she was a piece of dirt. "You, you really dont know how to stay down, do you?" Wole asked, looking down at her mockingly.

He turned around, taking an emotionless look at Afolabi. Shaking his head, he moved a step closer to him. "You really need to know your place, Ibiyemi. Your…"

The words hung in the air, or that was what she thought. She felt Afolabi's steps closer and in the next seconds, the flat of his boot was right on her face.

"For the last time, Ibiyemi, know your place!" He said, rubbing the sole of his feet even more on her face. Her eyes closed, the impact and humiliation taking a heavy toll on her finally. Just then, she heard the rus.h.i.+ng of boots from the balcony.

As an Elite, she could now distinguish between sounds and was able to pinpint where each sound originated from. This sounds, this time, were from the Meeting room. She smiled faintly, knowing that she had completed her mission.

Her father was yet again saved!