Chapter 143 - An Angel's Act

To the human girl, Bolu, Sunday had vanished, his whole presence erased from her sight.

But that had not been the case.

Sunday smirked, thankful that he still had Niniola, a ln Irunmole who had thought of him to be something tangible.

After his rescue from Obedi's specials, Niniola had taken quite some artefacts and Agbara imbued materials which she stacked up in a big. Then, he had not paid attention to it. 

In fact, he wondered what was with her and the artefacts that she took.

After all, Niniola was strong.

Of what need would the artefacts be for?

An artefact was an equipment of massive power, created with the intended purpose of performing a special technique. 

In simple terms, this special technique of a thing was only just a regular technique in a particular law. 

Most times, being a very powerful form of it or a replicated availability of that status, although for a particular number of time. It was not infinite.

For an artefact to be created, one needed an equipment that was strong enough to contain the power of it. And to make such equipment durable, a high tiered Class being was to be present, mostly Primes although Alphsa and even Omegas Classes people have at one time or the other Artefacts.

That being said, a high Classed being also, of the aforementioned classes had to be present or for higher quality, more than one had to be present to seal a technique within an equipment.

This meant that no matter what happens or who was involved or the situation that as in play, just about anyone could wield any artefact. And, if that person knew how to time it and use it exactly, such a person could even win battles against those who happened to be Higher Classed than the wielder.

It was because of this that Artefacts were prized and held as valuable. If one had a very powerful artefact, even those who were Primes could be defeated. However the rarity of such high powered artefact were low because it took even the smallest of Artefacts in terms of power scale to be made by an Omega or Alpha or Prime. Therefore, for such an instrument that could effectively, when used and timed perfectly, defeat a Prime Classed being; That meant that the artefact would be created by someone who was either Prime Classed at the barest minimum or Ascendancy Classed and above.

In the instance of the Prime Classed being creating a Prime Level Artefact, this often resulted in the death of such a person except other factors played in.

So, when Niniola had taken away quite the handful of some powerful artefact, although, she had selected it randomly, the value of the stack could just be seen.

The look of awe he had glimpsed in her face had notified him of how she was holding him in her mind. And even though it was but for a fleeting moment, he enjoyed it. 

He wanted to be looked upon as someone who was not a weakling.

It was for this reason he had put himself out there to intercept the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf when it came out on its rampage. It was for this reason he had wanted to get up strong. That was also why he did not want Ninola around him because she always happened to get ahead of him to protect him. But now that he had seen the look of awe, it meant to him that for once, he was not being considered a weakling. 

He enjoyed it. But then again, he had to earn it. Using Artefacts did not just make the cut for him because somehow along the time he was going to need to pull in his actual punches.

And when that time came, he'd rather prefer to be dead than allow Bolu or any other person gawk at him in disappointment.

The artefact he had stored in his ring back then, when Niniola had gotten him fresh clothing during the time he was searching for Wole to punish. 

Now, it had come the long way in earning him the look of awe on Bolu's face.

He had enjoyed it and now he still enjoyed it, even as he relished the thought, standing just in front of the door.

It had been a basic one, containing a technique of light. Vanishing Light or Disappearing light was a technique that enable a person to teleport within the reach of a hurled light ball. It had been the same technique Obedi had wanted to use to kick him out from the shop but of which, he had withstood by holding on to the edges of the door.

If the person wished to hurl the light ball to the sky and did so, that was where the person would appear. Just right at the end of the travel path of the ball. 

So, one had to be careful not to hurl it farwawy from the intended targeted place and also to be accurate to hurl it right at the intended location. 

It was simple but yet as complex as that. It relied on arm strength, accuracy and the will of the caster to align with the light orb.

However, in Sunday's case, because he was using an artefact, that did not play in.

Rather, he had taken the orb, a very small pearl-like object and in a blur had activated it forward. 

Irunmoles were fast footed and also speedy in all terms when compared to humans. So, of course, when he had done the activation, removal of the pearl from his spatial ring and had done that speedily, Bolu was unable to follow it with her humanly eyes.

In fact, she had not seen the very action of it for her to register a blur and so Sunday had been able to activate the artefacte without anything going amiss.

And in the end, she was full of admiration for him. Whereas, it had all been an Artefact.

To the layman, it might have been trickery. But then again, what was trickery all about? 

True, he had wanted to look badass to her but he did not have the intention of tricking her. 

Or did it?

"No... It wasn't!" Sunday humphed as he stood in front of the door. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#&apos;s-act_51601917696068637">#&apos;s-act_51601917696068637</a> for visiting.

He had used an Artefact earlier on for the scene he had put in with Bolu. He smote his head just about then, telling himself he had t be careful about recklessly using Artefacts even if it was impress a person.

But then, Sunday reasoned, he was justified. Bolu had asked him some questions here and there.

He felt the only best way to ill.u.s.trate it to her, especially about the spiritual essence of a thing, was to use an Artefact, a ringed one that amplified ones aura to the level of what he exhibited to her.

He brought the front of his right palm to his face, looking at the bronze ring that was on his middle finger. He sighed.

In the same way he had used the teleport pearl Artefact was the same way he used to get the ring on. 

At least, he sighed again, he explained that to her. So he was not lying.

There was still a demon down there. Even though the demon was not yet here, that did not mean he should let his guard down.

After all, the demon that was patient enough to wait till Bolu's prayers were done would surely be patient to wait for him, an Irunmole, to leave. 

Or that was what he assumed. He could never be sure.

Sunday heaved again. It was time to get going.

That would have been what it would have been, if and if only the mission was that simple such as getting to Bolu and leaving for Orun.

But now that a malicious demon was down there, it was no more simple.

Also, he had to get to Iyanu. He had told a lie and the only way to rectify it was to make good of it.

'Heh! Sunday!' Bane spoke into his mind.

He was startled initially, jumping up only to see Bane watching him from the balcony, his wings flapping.

"Oh!" Sunday sighed, looking at the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf that was his Soul bond beast. "What's good?" He said, noting the now darker sky of Earth.

It was already night or late evening. It was strange to him, the only place where he had come to see this amount of darkness was in Orun Apaadi when it was not so jam-packed with demons.

'You done with the mission yet? It's evening here. If you are, we need to get going.' Bane said and then flapped his wings, coming closer to the balcony.