Chapter 107 - Getting Vengeance

Sunday looked forward, advancing his steps in the haze of smoke. What was once a little forest was now reduced into a somewhat of a wasteland. Smoke and heat blazed here and there while patches of fire burnt around. Visibility as low, the skies still rumbling but for the now, at least, only groans and pained sounds as well as movement of feet or bodies on smoked leaves and scorched earth were just the only sounds present.

Sunday looked over his shoulders, his eyes settling on Ibiyemi who was shaking her head after what he'd said. The visibility was quite low but right now, this was not Sunday. 

Rather, it was Bane who was at the helms of affairs right as at now.

Sunday had taken the deal and set the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf free from the bars of imprisonment that he'd kept on it, thus allowing the Wolf be in charge of his body. A desperate measure it was but then, Sunday was seeking only after results. 

He'd been treated as trash and often sidelined that he felt he needed to make an impact. 

However, when the deal was made, the playing field experienced a change of events, forcing him... N

NO... He forced Bane to return to shield Ibiyemi from getting hurt.

That was the least he could do after her numerous efforts to protect him, regardless of how frail they were. 

He heard whimpers now, seeing as Ibiyemi began to sob as she sat still where he left her. He was not sure if she could see him but he could see her and the sight of her sobbing broke his heart totally.

Bane had done just enough already.

'Bane... That's enough.' Sunday ordered from within his soul space.

"Why? There's still a lot to be done, Sunday. We are yet to get to First Heaven. There's still the Deployment Zone we need to sneak in. But you cannot tell how much security would be there to foil our plans. There is so much more and for that I must yet remain." Bane spoke through Bane's lips.

'I said... That is... ENOUGH! You've done enough already. Leave!' Sunday ordered, gritting his teeth in his soul space.

"Hahaha... In that case, I like this feeling of the air against my skin. It's almost as if I have my own body, you know." Bane laughed, turning to face the front.

'I said...' Sunday growled from within as he lifted his hands into the air and above his head. Bane was no where to be found as at present because right now Bane was the primary consciousness and thus no longer needed to reside in the Soul Space of Sunday. 

But Sunday would not have it so. If Bane was not going to show itself then the best he could look for was to destroy all of the Soul genie.

Bane needed his Soul Space to survive. Sunday needed his Soul Space because that was where his soul existed. The very plane.

To destroy it was to commit suicide but for Bane, it was going to be even lethal. 

And faster than Sunday's self destruct because the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf was nothing but an alien consciousness being hosted in his Soul Space.

'I said... THAT'S ENOUGH!' Sunday growled, slamming his hands with Imole Mo in them straight at the waterlogged ground. 

The water splashed up, wetting him but on the outside, Bane growled and dropped to his knees almost immediately.

"What are you doing?" Bane scowled, pounding the ground with one fist. "Anything you do in there would reflect on you eventually. Are you that eager to die?" Bane queried, veins sprouting up from his face.

The white bands of light that spiralled around Sunday's arms and legs on the outside, had a hue of gray but as Bane dropped down, the spirals flickered to white and then back to gray.

'Of course, I am eager.' Sunday arched his back as the pain slammed into him shortly after it did to Bane. 

Painstakingly and with several gasps, he forced himself off the ground till he was upright. Or at least was upright except that his arms dangled down before him, the Imole Mo blades sprouting out from his clenched fists.

'What did I tell you, Bane?' Sunday yelled as he arced his back again, enduring another sharp bout of pain like that of several needles poking into his back all at once.  

Immediately, relief seeped into him, he dashed, bringing his arms to the ground with the intent to stab in.

'I am your BANNNEEEEE...' Sunday yelled, running with a leaned upper torso, his arms that were dangling now active dragging the Imole Mo blades through the waterlogged floor by his sides. 

"Gwwwwaaarrrgghhhhhh!" Bane roared, his upper body arched in the air while his fingers made into claws that grappled at the air by his sides.

"Stooppppp..." Bane roared, his body trembling and spasming.

"You surrendered your will already. Why go back again? We never discussed returning of things, did we?" Bane asked.

However, Sunday was not willing to hear. Essence roared in his ears as he pulled the blades out and then did a swift turn around. Without hesitation, he plunged the blades in, again and dashed through, his whole body bombarded by several pains that he almost blacked out.

'Aaaaaagghhhhhhhhhh...'

He could feel his soul flickering on and off. Just a little more and he would be dead, this time, for real. But hey, he did not stop as he kept on stabbing and running.

Just then, as he reached a distance, he pulled the blades out and the dropped to his knees, exhausted, eyes shut to block out the pain.

For a second or two, his sense of being faded before blinking back on again.

'Impressibe!' Bane's voice sounded in his Soul Space.

'What?' Sunday yelped, opening his eyes immediately.

Before him stood a not so happy Prickled Bane Winged Wolf, growling lowly at him. 

'You...' Bane spat out and charged. 'What's to stop me from crushing you now?'

'Because it is mine soul space. Mine!' Sunday roared back, using his left hand to gain a momentary boost into the air.

Just as he got into range, Iron Bars shot out of the ground between them, water droplets spewing into the face of the Charging Bane. Bane gasped, hurriedly stopping his charge and trying to scramble around to the back. But just as he did so, several Iron bars shot out too, all of them connecting at the top to seal him in.

"The Soul is Mine." Sunday spoke, the white spirals on his body returning to take a white sheen as he fell to the ground, knocked out.

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"Aaaaagghh! How dare you?" Niniola thundered as she lifted Tayo up by the cloak and threw him to the side.

She blurred to where his head was, huddled over by his body and stomped.

"Agh!" Tayo g.r.o.a.n.e.d weakly.

"I should kill you now..." Niniola fisted her hands. "This is on you. All of it." She trembled visibly, shaking out of anger.

"This is your fault. She just couldn't wait to being all of us down, right? You imbecile!" Niniola screamed.

"Hahah.." Tayo chuckled weakly, his entire body shaking visibly as he tried to raise himself up.

Just when he had lifted himself up to his fours, Niniola's foot found the underside of his belly and pounced, the kick sending him back, sprawled on the ground.

"Y-you t-t-think I... I enjoyed it?" Tayo asked weakly, not bothering to stand up. The lightning discharge from the Lightning Sage was way off the top. It had caught him unprepared and knocked him down.

In fact, the very reason why he was yet alive was because just at the last minute, he'd used his cutting aura to wrap around him and split through the lightning bolts. 

However, the lightning discharge was from someone way above him and eventually, his aura succ.u.mbed and he got hit.

Badly.

"Impressive! The way you took over was amazing!" Kalagar's voice sounded, the thick voice of it making Niniola grit her teeth in his direction.

Kalagar appeared to be bending over to the downed Sunday. She watched him touch Sunday, a little crackle of lightning discharged through the contact and then, Sunday stirred.

However, seeing him touch Sunday got her infuriated. 

How dare him?

Was he not the only who stupidly attacked everyone at once? If he really did care, then he would have at least known who to attack and who not to attack.

She fumed and blurred, thrusting herself between Sunday with force that Kalagar's shifted away upon impact with her right shoulder.

"Whoa... Easy, easy, Lady!" Kalagar chuckled, putting his hands before him in mock surrender. "I do not really enjoy being touched, passively and actively." He added, smirking.

"Yea, right! Obviously!" Niniola rolled her eyes at him, her anger knowing no bounds.

She flung a pointer finger of the right straight at his face.

"How... Dare You?" Niniola roared.

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