The air was still this particular day over the atmosphere of Orun. It was in one of the realms in which the toughest of the toughest Irunmoles lived in, all of which followed the law and the order of the God of War, Ogun.
Steel roofs and steel walls outlined the horizon of the place, giving everywhere about it a feel of cold, dreary metal. It was metallic, indeed, even the air seemed to have a metallic taste in it. That aside the air, despite the absence of the wind was extremely hot but to the people who lived here, it was quite the norm to them.
With a somewhat, reddish, yellow sky, the air blazed and shimmered, the metallic structures about, reflecting the heat and the light all at once, till the whole of the area was almost a mirror like surface, except that they did not reflect actual images but the effects of the light and the heat.
