"That's right. I refuse..." Ibiyemi yelled out, taking in furious breath of the moment as her pupils dilated.
And in front of her, an ethereal image of her mentor, Olukoni Mayowa appeared.
"The Abẹfẹlẹ iruju is not just any ordinary skill like Imole Mo. No. It is quite renowned for the ability to create Illusionary strikes like the name suggests. Here!" Olukoni Mayowa's ethereal form extended her hand to Ibiyemi who took it promptly as she stood up.
She knew it was a memory but at this point in time, to bother about why this memory suddenly popped up was hesitation.
And hesitation meant death. And death was not an option for her.
Not until she took down that bastard fueling the silent war in her family.
That Wole.
Ibiyemi closed her eyes, folding her arms to the back with a long inhalation and the next second, she opened her eyes wide.
