TRAILING SHADOWS - Chapter 193

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.

Trees were scanty, animals and other creatures scarce. The most readily available creature in this place was the Esin Onina, amidst other variations of the horse family and other creatures like the fire breathing dragons and other fierce creatures of huge sizes.

The Irunmoles who lived here, walking about and going on about their business had some sort of grim faces to them,  their clothing having a piece of iron and metal, on. Either at their hands or at the neck or c.h.e.s.t and elsewhere,each and everyone of them looked to radiate the atmosphere of a war ready persona due to the stylishly designed metal coating they had on them, at all times.

Even the little ones were not spared this as well. As one walked through the streets, the sounds of people going at each other ricocheted through the hot stale air, the whole area filled with tenses and grim auras and faces alla out.

It was not the place for someone of the faint of heart. Which was the reason  why this pace did not make the list among any tourist reservation centres. The whole of it was foreign and hostile to anyone who did not have hot blood in them. Even as one walked down the streets, one would notice the areas by the street sides, filled with holes from which flames of high intensity blazed and roared out from.

Even from the centers of some of these roads holes of such were present, thus making the traffic turn out these holes just to make their way around. The flames would rise out suddenly and crackle to high intensity, the sheer might of it being enough to instantly dry up any source of water around.

It Was something that the Iron Moles in the Land of War had come to  known with. they served the rather hot tempered God, the only one who had been able to tame the Law of War, metal and Fire to do his bidding, that is, the God of War. And this had been the divinity that they had served, running the errands as such was to be expected of them being that they were the Irunmoles of the War God.

As a result,the War God, Ogun, had gifted them with pit holes of flames. These fires were called the blazing holes, the flames from them being tagged the ‘Eternal Fires’

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CURRENTLY DISCLOSABLE INFORMATION

Any of the Irunmoels who decide and are strong enough to bear the heat of the fires may have to them the most refined of the Agbara of theLaw of War and be able to do more exploits, and in the most severe cases, be able to push their soul classes up the charts.

As a norm, it is required for each and every one of the Realm Of War to be attuned to the flames, at least for once in their lives.

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The air was increasingly hot, just as it was whenever it was close to the spots of the eternal fires pit hole.

And in this case, this was so. But unlike the other potholes which had been, this pit hole had been engraved with some stones, most likely to keep people from falling into it, due to the dormant nature of the pit. It was situated just before the alley in between two metallic structures, resembling silos in which items are stored rose from the ground. And right before the pit hole was a male Irunmole, his face as grim as grim could be, even of more intensity than the other Irunmole who walked here and there, all of which wore  different attires as they went about their business and specifically avoided the areas around the Eternal fires.

But for this particular person, that did not seem to be a problem. He stood still, his breathing low as his c.h.e.s.t rose and fell rather subtly. He had on his body the clothing of a loose bathrobe like coat, in the color of grey. His face was square and edged out, having a box of some sort of bards across his chins and over his lips. His skin was really tanned, having a deep chocolate hue as well as having deep set dark eyes that seemed to see right through a person.

The robe he had on, covered the whole of his body, even down to his feet, covering the legs and the footwear that he had on. And just then, as he stood still before the while, the area about him suddenly went up in heat as flames sparked out of the bit.

FWOOOOOOOOOOMM!

The next moment of fire exploded out of the hole. And in that same moment, the mass of this person shivered as he threw himself up into the air, his body positioning right at the top of the fire wall as it blazed and seemed to devour into space.

However, in all totality, this Asoju Lekan did not really need to do all of that. He was strong, all though, he could use the boost from the Eternal Fires but then he was strong enough to hold out on his own. But then again, he had come down here because a matter had been troubling him recently. And coming down here seemed to be the right place where he could take off his mind of matters.

Plus, right here, hovering over the fires, he could avoid the summons that he was sure must have been coming his way as the people who must have been sent to summon him would not really want to come to an Eternal Fire Pit area. It was not the logical thing as the experience that the average person had at a young age was enough to set their mind to respect and fear the power of the eternal Fires. But for Asoju Lekan, it was the perfect getaway from everything about him.

The Land of War was in a constant buzz and if not for the existence of the pit hole, Asoju Lekan could swear that there would have been activity. but he did n’t need any of that as he had come down here to clear his mind.

He sighed, putting one of his hands, the right hand up into the air and then stretching his left hand to the side. He raised his left leg, exposing the boot of black that he wore there, even as he sighed, putting the sole of the boot against the inside of his right t.h.i.g.h, his eyes closed.  Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href=”#!_52739708471540916″>#!_52739708471540916</a> for visiting.

he xhaled now, feeling the night of the flames tearing into his body. He could feel the refinement that was seeping into his body, so mighty that if he had not released his own aura to coat himself, he would have been instantly erased from existence. Such was the power of the Eternal Fire.

It strengthened the weak and those weaker, it burnt out of existence. In this way, it kept the people of the land of Fire in optimum shape and power.  It was that simple. And the simplicity of it was what he was banking on to get his calm.

He muttered. “Yes, refine my soul and body till no more worry can disturb.”

“Refine me till my eyes are clearer for that which must be done. Refine me.” He added, his eyes closed.

But just as he began to relish the flow of the fire seeping into his body, the fires suddenly crackled and vanished, the towering height of the flames reduced into nothing but sparks at the pit hole.