Chapter 46 - Deliberate

He laughed briefly, scratching his hair frantically.

What?

Hs father had thought he had won? Just great! Afolabi slapped his chin now, unable to calm himself. His father played the cards well in shutting him up at every time he spoke so he could prolong his stay.

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 Gods! 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, assuming the irunmole had a class rating of Omni.

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 s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e 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 leadership of the alliance house, Wole would turn on him. Yet he couldn't dispose him yet, not when his ability was an asset. 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 massive amount of energy. His fingers glowed faintly, feeling the inflow of energy rushing 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 g.r.o.a.n.e.d his voice hoarse with the way he yelled recently.

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 assassin 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; Vanishing Poi…