Chapter 110 - Leaving Thunder

Kalagar facepalmed. "Now, would you go..." He made to turn her around. "Go get the things like I asked of you. Do not worry, Sunday is in safe hands, okay?" He assured her, watching the guilt stricken Niniola begin to run down to the street to carry out the errand.

He watched the fleeting visage of Niniola in the white gown and the swaying hood on her shoulders.

She was a promising kid, no doubt. The circ.u.mstances that had occured had reshaped and moulded her into what she was. Even though all of these had been as a result of her banishment, he couldn't help but wonder how much potenials she really carried .

She always hid her soul status. And she did it so well that one could not just get a read on her and determine her power ranking, including him.

However, he wondered if it was just him by the way, being that he had half a soul or if other people also had this difficulty. And by other people, he meant people who were Primes or Alphas and even Omegas.

He sighed, shaking his head slowly. If he had to make a guess on the power status she had, he'd place her either among Alphas or at least a Prime. He couldn't just categorically place her as an Alpha Classed Irunmole. 

Alphas had the special body technique called Ijakadi and he was not sure that Niniola had a grasp on that. Or maybe she did, she did not just want to show it.

Still, that move she pulled, the falling boulder armor that the shockwave was enough to force him to get a grip of himself...

No, she had to be a Prime. Or at least, an early Classed Prime.

Perhaps, If the reverberations he had felt in the Soul Array was right, then , that meant that Trixius the Great was indeed trying to pull strings to get him out of his imprisonment. And if things went on like that, eventually, even Niniola might be required to pull her weight. 

The weak groan he heard behind him made him tear his gaze from the street. Around him, he saw the various Irunmoles rising from the ground, after being recovered from his technique. 

His technique earlier was not meant to actually hurt or knock them out considerably. It was just only to give them a hot frying sensation enough to make them rethink their battle choice of location. After that, the effect would wear off on its own, leaving them to their former selves.

Or... So, he thought. 

Smoke trailed from the spiky hair of one of the Lightning Guard as he struggled to his feet, his body swaying left to right. Another guard rose, only to stumble back down to the ground, smoke trailing from their bodies and the white armor now having a burnt brownish tone instead.

He took his eyes from them just as the person that he had healed rose to a knee and than rose to his feet. 

Sunday.

"Good a thing you have recovered. I was beginning to doubt your efficiency in the mission to Earth, you know?" 

Sunday frowned at his words. He made to speak but then the memory of Ibiyemi sobbing struck him. Quickly, he turned around, trying to ascertain her location in charred environment.

"Ibiyemi..." He cupped his mouth with both hands and cried out her name, hoping against hope that she would hear him.

"Ibiyemi..."He called again after turning around and moving past the Lightning Sage for about some few meters, towards the street.

Kalagar sighed, putting a hand on him when he turned around.

"Have you see her? The..." Sunday grimaced just as Kalagar squeezed his left shoulder briefly.

"Sunday, focus. I can assure you, she is in good hands. But your mission will not be if remain here any longer." Kalagar said.

"Get off!" Sunday shoved the hand. "How do you know I have a mission?"

"Is that necessary at all. If you must know, your friend Niniola did tell me. I know for sure that The Elder would never put you to this." Kalagar shrugged. "But if you've gotten a mission, you've gotten on and you must attend to it with utmost urgency."

"Where is Niniola?" Sunday blasted.

"Oh, you can't go with Niniola to Earth. I sent her to the Council House , which is just beside the Deployment Zone by the way, to get me some supplies. Come with me, let's head to the Deployment Zone." Kalagar replied, walking past Sunday on to street.

"Wait..." Sunday turned and raced to his side. "If the places are close, then why did you send Niniola ahead when we could all have gone there?" 

"Are you not hearing what I said? Niniola cannot go to Earth with you. This is a one Irunmole specific mission. Her affection and care for you would only ruin it in the end. That was why I had to Seperate you both. Now, tel me, what has Trixius being telling you?"

"What?" Sunday gasped, momentarily taken aback. "Trixius who?"

"Your grandfather, of course. I know he has being in conversation with you." Kalagar shrugged, walking on.

"Who did you know?" Sunday fired, walking sideways so he could keep the Lightning Sage in his eyes.

Already, they were walking in the finer oath of the street now, on the neatly paced road and the buildings of different shapes with their domes and lightning rods over head while the forest area was far behind now.

"I got called the Lightning Sage from the time I split my soul, Sunday. I split my soul to contain your grandfather because a non-sentient construct of a control array was never going to efficiently contain him." Kalagar raised his eyebrows. "So as a part of the Control Array, I know when he is trying to slip out of jail and frankly, my other half has been keeping him in check, so much that I couldn't sniff in on the conversation. What did he tell you?" Kalagar asked Sunday.

"Well..." Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d, trying to remember the conversation. 

Trixius had not exactly spoken of anything of note so far to him. The conversation had been more of an enlightening one, telling him about his life that had been a lie and the fact that the Wolf, Bane, was the reason for his being alive back then.

Or did he say anything else? 

If he did, Sunday was sure, then he had forgotten.

Kalagar stopped walking now, looking to the left where Sunday was.

"Look, I need you to understand this. Trixius was not entirely wrong. He might have had a fair basis for his rebellion but his approach was totally wrong that's why I would not scold you for ever entertaining him. I would try my best... No, my second half would try his best to prevent him from ever reaching you. 

Listen, Trixius is crafty and full of tricks. The more you listen to him, the more of him you want to become. That is why, I need to you keep your mind and Soul in check.

If Trixius gets to you, eventually... Then... that prophecy is..."

"What happened to the Prophecy?" Sunday frowned. He hated being reminded that there was one prophecy where he was the harbinger of death.

"Listen, Sunday. They believe that somehow, someday, you would go reckless and then bring flames to the heaven and death untold in all directions." Kalagar sniffed, closing his eyes briefly.

"That is not it, actually. Nothing can happen without a catalyst. I have being with Trixius for far too long to know that he may not have anything to do with you. I can't be sure, however but I feel it is the actions of people around that would push you to the deep side.

And that would happen the moment you step Earth. That's why..." Kalagar dropped to his knees, startling Sunday.."No matter what... Never give in to your anger, Sunday. Do not be like Trixius. There is always a better way of doing things."

"Why are you kneeling? And what action are you talking of?"

"That's all I can say for now. Niniola is coming. Quick.." Kalagar put his hands on Sunday by the side and chanted.

"Lightning Dispersal!"

Immediately that happened, Niniola raced in to the scene, gasping.

"What happened?" She asked, looking suspiciously at Kalagar who rose up. "And why were you kneeling down?"

"Well, can an old man just do exercises in peace without being questioned like this?" Kalagar chuckled. "Now, now, hand me the ring." 

"No... What have you done?" Niniola's eyes widened. "You sent Sunday off? How could you? You sent him to his death!" She fired.

"How dare you?" Niniola growled, fisting her hands.

Kalagar shrugged, a smirk on his face.

"Why am I even talking to you?" Niniola grunted as she turned around and made to run.

Just then, Kalagar's body blurred in a blaze of lightning, appearing behind her with her hands in his hands.

"No. This next part... Niniola. It does not concern you. You must let him do this on his own."

"He is going to Orun Apaadi. He will die." Niniola cried, tears running down her face as she struggled futilely to break off.

Sunday was going to die, that she knew. He was not strong enough to hold his own in there.