How formidable was Matu Joko, the Divine Son, recorded on the golden stone tablet?
Regrettably, Matu had already passed away, his name long since struck from the golden stone tablet.
Braydon Neal stood before the tablet, his spear gripped in hand, lips barely moving.
"Second place, Kalei Kgomo!"
"Third place, Loba Bhota!"
"Fourth place, Yeften Chirwa!"
"Fifth place, Fakihi Biyela."
"Sixth place, Soja Lamola!"
"Seventh place, Sule Yaffe."
"Eighth place, Saedy Yaffe."
"Ninth place, Jaali Sibisi!"
"Tenth place, Gatimu Masilela."
…
Before him, Braydon softly recited the names of ten individuals.
Each one a prodigy of the Hall of Edicts, none weaker than Divine Son Matu.
Yet now, they had all been marked by Braydon.
The Oracle Palace had aroused Braydon's wrath.
Intent on slaying the elites of the Oracle Palace, Braydon sought to teach Rayha Qhobela her limits.
