Chapter 117 - Turn Up the Heat

"What? what are you doing, Niniola?" Sunday shouted, dumbfounded at her cause of actions.

"How does screaming help the situation now? Or did you forget that's we are in the home turf of demons and beasts?" Sunday asked.

"What?" Ninola giggled, showing off her perfectly white set of dentition over her shoulders back at him. "Don't tell me you are scared now all of a sudden because I would b disappointed. I man, if you are brave enough to come down to this place without me because of some false ideas that the Lightning Sage put into you, well, you should not be scared then of a few more demons. After all, you've never fought a demon before? What you only fought so far must have just been wandering beasts." Niniola teased, turning to face her front with a chuckle.

"Well, let's get this party rolling, now, she we?" Niniola asked no one in particular as she c.o.c.ked her neck.

Sunday in his part was pretty dumbfounded. Just how to react to all of this was really evading his grasp but yet he knew he could not just sit this one out.

What was his mission? His mission was to get to some Human Girl who was residing in Earth, deliver the errand that was contained within his Spatial ring and then skip a doodle out of there.

Or, rather get to anything else he wanted to do. Not this. He did not sign up to be fought by demons. Not when Bane was not accessible for the Sage Mode. 

Literally, he was just a sitting duck waiting to be taken out. Niniola could hold her own, just fine but somehow he doubted with this attitude of hers that she would want to cover him in terms of protection.

He didn't even want that. All his life he had lived being forced under subjugation and told he was a disaster waiting to happen. He'd been restricted form quite a lot of things, friends slimmed down and all of that. Now, he was not about to let the believe that they were right by hiding behind Niniola.

Even if they were right, then , it had to be that everything would happen on his own terms.

By his own strength and not because there was someone called Niniola to blame for it.

What did he even want? Sunday wondered. Sometimes the answer seemed so unclear but at the moment he was sure of one thing.

He did not, certainly not, need Niniola around him now.

And the only way to ensure that the rest of this happened in his own terms was to ensure she did not make it any harder than it already was.

He had to stop her, gag her, do something. Anything to make her shut the hell up. 

"AAAAGAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Niniola's scream ripped through the air like a shockwave, sending stress lines impacting against the various oddly shaped jutting rocks of red and baked brown that were all about. 

At this, Sunday propelled himself running forward to meet her.

'Bane, that Agbara you aid you acc.u.mulated, can I have it now?' Sunday asked the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf within him as he ran. 

What he was going to do was certainly not going to happen without Niniola trying to overpower him. And from the way she hit him some minutes back, he knew she would have no qualms hitting him again. He reached her in no time, casting his lot with Bane as his hands reached to cup over her lips from behind.

"Mmmhp!" Niniola struggled and then with a sudden widening of arms, she broke his hold over her, sending him staggering for a few inches back.

He reached again but unfortunately for him, Niniola had other plans.

"????????????????????????????????????; ????????????????????" She chanted,jerking her hands into the air. 

Immediately, the atmosphere around her lit up in a side blaze of light so much that Sunday had to look away because of the intensity.

The light beams on her seemed to coagulate towards her outstretched hands, making the arms into two solid bright burning arms of light with intensity that burnt around for several meters wide 

At the appearance of the light technique, the darkness that was about which lowered visibility suddenly got illuminated. The dark outlines took shape as the light hit them, turning out to be various and oddly shaped creatures that began to scamper away from the light. Some of the creatures immediately burrowed out of the grounds, reptiles, beaver looking monsters and the likes, all dashing away from everywhere the light touched and in their dash, the earth rumbled.

Her hands blazed brightly and then with a low thoom, a volley of light fired up into the dark skies, further lightening the already bright light show.

"What are you doing, Niniola?" Suna bared his teeth, using both of his hands to shied his his eyes.

"Why? I am calling in the freak show, okay?" She giggled, winking at him.

Foe a moment, everywhere seemed so quiet and silent. So quiet that Sunday began to doubt if this was really the infamous Orun Apaadi.

GROOOOOWAAAARREER!

A loud roar rumbled through the air. The viciousness of it was so much that Sunday's legs quaked, forcing him to lower his body as the waves of the wind from whatever was roaring rolled over him.

Bent over, he stole a peek at Niniola from the back as she stood still, her hands still in the air. The only effect of the roar being the swaying of her white knee length gown flapping against her skin.

The next moment, the atmosphere began to darken. Even with the lights burning out of Niniola's body, the previously illuminated areas started to darken.

A dreadful feeling began to spread all about, the reddish landscape now beginning to take on the appearance of a landscape covered with molten magma in poodles here and there. Occasionally, red hot flames leapt up in the form of a geyser, soaring for as high as 20 meters up into the air. Chitters and mumbled voices began to echo everywhere, sudden movement ricocheting against the ground as boy outlines dashed from left to right and back again, all within the intensely dark atmosphere that was slowly encroaching on the light that Niniola shone.

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