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Folarin rose his sword high and struck down in one lightning paced motion. Slicing a cloned target into half. Then again and again.
General Folarin's target, all Irunmoles crafted from the Aspectual law of trickery, opportunity and travellers. Of which the patron Orisha was Esu, the trickster god.
The targets were alive, felt pain, and their attacks could be felt visibly. But one thing was that they were all illusionary or mere clones of the nether.
The Lord Classed expert jumped up now, twirling in the air as releasing a series of tornado slashes. Long curving strikes of blade swept out in succession, chopping up all the targets into Oblivion.
His feet hit the ground now and he heaved. He had been trying real hard to ascend into Alpha Class and found it difficult due to the presence of two conflicting energies within him.
The energy of creation and the tainted energy of darkness.
Two opposing energies that had kept his soul from advancing. One thing for one to advance in the laws of Irunmole was to have a pure unadulterated soul, one capable of touching into the realm of the Orisha themselves.
But with the presence of darkness within, his Ascension in Irunmole law was hence stunted. And if he did not deal with that on time, more and more darkness would flood into him, hence cutting his access to creation essence.
Ultimately driving him into the laws of darkness. As the heavens only accommodated the strong. The weak were non existent.
Not that they didn't exist but they were practically at the bottom of the hierachy. But for someone with the status of the Moon dust mercenary alliance, that would only drive him to the edge of a coup of no confidence.
And that was something he could not afford.
So he had sought solution. A light cleansing pill.
The light cleansing pill was a pill that stored Agbara essence of Aspectual Law of light and was effective against Darkness invasion. Usually taken by those who regularly plyed the depths of Orun Apaadi, the sealed realm of darkness.
For an organization such as MoonDust, plying the Orun Apaadi was a regularly thing as they hunted out some beats for the rare attributes. Each essential in providing meat or soul aiding medication.
Aside from hunting, the mercenary alliance were quite effective in aiding the Council Houses in their various tasks especially that of getting rebel Irunmoles to justice. Although this rarely happened but once it did, and the council was sure it was not going to be able to react on time or quickly, they would contact any of the guilds who were within the area to engage the targets, after promising a reward of some sorts.
Most rebels usually found their way running into the realm of Orun Apaadi, the land of the unpure to escape the justice system. And as such, the guild would be naturally be deployed to fish the errant. However, the effect of being in a darkness dominated realm would eventually wear out the soul of the mercenaries.
And so the council houses were able to push out large quantities for soul cleansing pills as it's way of purging Irunmoles from the darkness essence.
It was a regular thing to find a cleansing pill on a Guild Hunter, for General Folarin, it was more than just trying to push out the effects of staying in darkness imbued environment.
His was a case of an Irunmole whom darkness had already taken roots. So much for the cleansing pill to do any purge.
All the pills could do was to stall the invading darkness but never strong enough to expel it. And with time, the light cleansing pill had become more and more ineffective.
He knew that and this was his greatest secret. Sooner or later, he would be turned fully into the laws of darkness, making him into a demon by default.
But being a demon was something he would never allow. He had determined to kill himself the moment darkness took full roots withing him.
That was not an issue.
But the inheritance of the Guild was.
Wearing a long red coat with some beady red necklace on his neck and skinfit white vest, General Folarin reached into his pocket, pulling out a soft glowing pill.
In one smooth motion, he popped the pill into his mouth, swallowing.
"How was it, Ibiyemi? My performance." He asked smiling at the railing up above on which Ibiyemi stood, looking down at the training session.
Still in awe, she blinked as if waking from a dream.
"I...I don't know. It's too... Fast. " Folarin chuckled.
"Daughter, listen, if I am going to leave the leadership of the guild in your hands, then you must be extremely fast and strong too." He said, sheathing the blade.
"I know. I just ascended recently, you know." She replied with a pout. Her father seemed to take her achievements as nothing.
Folarin laughed, waving away her comment.
"Oh, come here, let's spar. Then we know if your Ascension is truly worth it." He beckoned to her.
Ibiyemi frowned.
*'hump*She sighed, jumping down from the balcony and landing down, stumping on her feet.
Superhero style.
With a smile on, she crooked her head.
"Let's see how long you can hold, father." She said, rising to her feet. Taken aback General Folarin took a step back, smiling at her newfound confidence.
"Some days ago, you were one timid Irunmole who would hide behind me the moment she saw a battle. I'm proud of you. " He commented, pulling out his blade.
"Yup!" She blushed, quickly ducking her head to hide it. Despite her chocolate toned skin, a red tinge was visible on her cheeks.
"Your Olukoni? Who was he?" Folarin asked
At that, Ibiyemi shot her head up, angling it to cast a what-do-you-mean look at her father.
"Her. It's a her. Olukoni Mayowa. She's really strong. I'm pretty sure she can take you out in one look." She boasted.
"Ooooooh... I'm scared." Folarin mocked. "I hope you weren't with her for nothing. That you learnt much from her. Right?" His face grew serious and cold now.
"Yes."
"Show me"
Ibiyemi smiled.