Chapter 74 - The Power of Harem

However while that happened, Obedi huffed. Flinching, he turned back only to see two figures materialize into the air.

The same very mercenaries who Ibiyemi had fought from before. With battered faces, they each reached out hand and grabbed Sunday by the shoulder just as reality contorted and they phased out.

With Sunday!

"Nooo..." Was the yell that rent the air from behind Sunday as he faded off, his consciousness awaking to the rapid movement through a void.

'You stupid. I told you to duck... But you were too engrossed watching your girlfriend, fool!" Bane's voice rippled through the void as he was being pulled along, all of which happened in mere seconds.

Reality itself was merely a wrapping of surroundings and environs around an enveloping void that swallowed each and everything within. 

In contrast to what people perceived, the Void was not entirely evil. Infact, it was from the Void, Eledumare emerged from and thus, began spinning the fabrics of reality to coat the void entirely. 

There were a few ladies however, in space, where the void was opened up and in humans terms, it was named as a black hole. 

The void owed no allegiance to good or evil. It was just a universal concept that had been exploited by some many gods and demons alike. Such was the technique the rogue Irunmoles were using to pull Sunday at the moment.

The technique they used, Shifting Presence, allowed one to step out of Fate and time via the Void, sometimes, undetected by their soul signatures, provided they had anchor points where they could emerge from.

Without these anchor points, a traveller in the Void could be lost forever. It was fast and very effective because the Void covered vast areas in mere minutes, faster than anyone who could just teleport with regular techniques.

'Boy, the next anchor point that they aare using is far from here. You can break out before it's too late. By Full Sage Mode." Bane whispered to his ears.

'What? I can't go full sage without your consent and the backlash...'

'Just trust me. A brief Full Sage Mode would not have backlash.' Bane said, looking at Sunday's consciousness from behind the bars.

It stretched out a paw through the bars, looking at Sunday. Shrugging, Sunday smirked, putting out a fist to connect with Bane.

As they connected, the blackness that clouds Sunday's vision vanished, bright yellow light bursting out from his body. 

RAAAAAARRRRRR....

The scene morphed, returning to the storage room. A growling Sunday in Full Sage Mode frowned, although only Bane's Astral head coated him, as two astral paws rammed into the c.h.e.s.ts of the Rogue Mercenaries.

'Alright now. Let's break off!' Bane hastily shouted, trying to pull his paw away.

"I...I can't..." Sunday yelled out.

In his soul space, he struggled to pull back his fist but lightning crackled between the joining, pulling both paw and fist closer.

'W-what? You'll die. Let me go!' Bane yelled out, it's eyes bulging in panic.

'I-i can't!'Sunday cried out as howling of chaotic, lightning wind began to expand from the fist, forcing Sunday closer and closer.

Outside his soul space, Sunday's body began to crack with red welts here and there. His trousers ripped at different points as the Sage Form that had saved him from kidnap now was his death tomb of spiralling energy bolts that sporadically shot out here and there.

'Sunday, bastarrrrrrdddddd... How greedy are you for power? Let me go. You'll dieeee..' Bane w.h.i.n.ed miserably, his snout ramming into the bars as result of the energy storm pulling him closer.

"Sunday, you can fight this." A feminine voice rippled into Sunday's soul space. "You are my champion, so, don't you die on me!" 

'Ah, what's this puny energy?' Bane queried, looking as a stream of white energy fluttered, circling around the storm between the groaning Sunday and Bane. 

Just then, Sunday looked up from his straining against the storm. 

'Its Niniola. Ha!' He grinned. 'She's transferring Agbara to me?" He questioned as more and more energy began fluttering in, repairing the cracks in his soul space.

However, Bane did not find it funny as he growled.

'Fool. What's her puny energy got to do? The best she can do is to lessen the strain of Sage Mode on your mind. But it's not enough, eventually, you'll die unless you can break the Sage Connection.' Bane cursed.

'No, Niniola. She's s-strong!' Sunday muttered just as energy formed an ethereal hand that clutched to his wrist and began pulling.

"Obedi, we meet again." Tayo heard a voice below him scoff, sensing so many Soul essences walk in.

However, he paid no attention as he leapt up, jumping at the diving Eagle again with his sword arm backwards.

"Law of Light: Shooting Star." Another voice yelled out and before Tayo could close in, a shooting star rammed into the Eagle, charring it to the ground.

With his attack thwarted, he landed now. Looking about, he sees four Guard Irunmoles who have quickly made a short work of Obedi and the Eagle as well. Three of them, he had seen earlier but the one with long black hair, he hadn't seen.

"All clear, boy!" He winked at Tayo, helping Ibiyemi from the crashed storage boxes.

On her feet now, Ibiyemi liked on, her eyes bleeding essence, her face battered and her lips bleeding as well.

Just then, the memory of the vision she had earlier about Sunday fluttered to her kind as she stared at the howling frame of Sunday being hugged by the girl who was giving tips about the Eagle.

Sunday's smirk turned to one of sadness as he began beckoning to her. "Come, Come find me. I need you."

"N-no... I won't fail you." She cried out, dashing forward despite her heavily damaged frame. "I'm not that weakling you used to save. This time..." Tears started flowing down her eyes as she neared Sunday's Sage Form. "This time, let me save you." 

"I told you." Ninola's annoyed voice sounded. "Don't use your eye on things that are higher classed than you. You'd die." 

Ignoring the frame of Niniola that hugs Sunday's left shoulder, backing her, she rises painstakingly to her feet. Now, she gritted her teeth, forcing her legs to work as she struggled to the other side of screaming Sunday who faced her as well, his right.

However, try as she could, the Sage Form rejected her, shooting bouts of energy at her so much that she staggered back and even fell on her face.

Still, that did not discourage her as she rose, her hands and legs trembling and her overall coat ripped in several patches, revealing a little of the black clothing underneath.

"If... If she can do it... I can too."

"Don't die, you!" Niniola lifted her head, watching her. "Stop trying to get in, you'll only die. I got in because I am pretty strong but you are not." Niniola has a face of sadness and horror at Ibiyemi.

"No... I..I refuse.... I... I am... am... n-no coward..." She yelled out, straining on her feet as she stretched her hand into the howling and extremely unstable Sage Form.

And with that, she pushed herself finally, falling in at the cost of several cuts.on her body. 

Huffing she staggers and immediately falls down to the right shoulder of Sunday, sagging her head down his back.

Sunday arched up, screaming for a last time before relaxing down on his knees, head dropped and resting on the jointed shoulders of the two girls just as the Sage Form stabilized and spiralled into him.

Surprised, Niniola asked, still hugging Sunday.

"You want to kill yourself for my Sunday?"

"Ha!" Ibiyemi scoffed. "He's my Sunday too."