TRAILING SHADOWS - Chapter 196

Under the intense glare of the Second Alpha, Silas, Malinton tried not to wilt.

In the realm of the Irunmoles, political and leadership ranking was sdetermined by the soul ranking of the individuals concerned. In a way, having leadership in this manner acted as some sort of quality filter as only those who had the soul rank of that leadership post could be given the command.

Those who were Primes, that is, Prime Classed could only have the position of the First Prime whereby the person was the ruler of that realm. And with that, that person would inherit the name of his soul rank, that is, Prime, as the title of his leadership role, having the prefix of First on it.

Primes were at the top of the hierachy due to the rarity of the DemiGod class and as such, they were the qialitilative ones. It assured the ones who were under such leadership that the one in was their Lord of sorts was a Prime and therefore was capable, in terms of power, to handle most of the issues that could pop up.

It was a thing of merit to do that. And to do that, one must be in Prime class.

But then again, the Prime Classed leader of that Ilu as mandated to have others wo could assist him or her with he daily activities as the First Prime could not realy be everywhere. This was how true next class came up to be. That is, having the aides of that first prime to be of the second lower rank which was Alpha. And according to the power rating of them, they had the prefix of a number too, except that it was not really used.

It could be debated why the aides of the First Prime did not have to Primes as well. But then again, it is to be noted that higher classes were rare. So it was tough to find someone at Prime Class that easily, and more often than not, majority of those who were found d.e.s.i.r.ed to walk alone. That is, without being under another Prime when they both were in the same Class.

Considered as Pride but then again, another factor was to be of note as regards this. The people wanted a leadership that they could trust. A single person to put all their hope to and the other Primes were wanted to b in the background should The case ever arise when a truant First Prime needed to be put down. The Gods wanted to have one sole person at the top of the hierachy. Having two or three Primes did not seat well with them.

And so, the thought of having Primes as the aides were disregarded. Also, it brought about the possibilty that with the accompaniment of the First Prime with Alpha classes, one could bring up their improvement to turn them into formidable Alphas. And then, if possible, push them up to Primes, from there then, their appointments would expire and they would most likely get posted in other places to fintion. Just not as the direct aides of the First Prime.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href=”#&apos;s-office_52806702713593287″>#&apos;s-office_52806702713593287</a> for visiting.

All of this applied to all of the Ilus except for the Ilu Obatala which had four Alphas, two of which were to assist the Second and Third Primes, accordingly. And as it was to be expected, the four Alphas who were under the Ilu Obatala were the ones amongst all the Alphas who were the most formidable, coupled with their excellent disaply of team work.

In the Ilu Ifa, Silas was amongst the aides of First Prime or as they often tagged her, Prime Overlord, Orunmila Shops. Being with her, he had grown to become.rather formidable.

Having him on the bad side was not anything an opponent looked forward to.

So, having him glare down at Malinton was definitely a terrible experience for the spy messenger. Plus, he also had the memories of how Silas had been finger eager to slice his head off, if Irunmole Shope had not interfered then.

One would have thought that the fear would have lessened due to the time that had gone but rather, the reverse was the case.

Seeing the someway rounded face with the edging out strand of beard below the chin and the miniature afro hair style, Malinton could make the rippling muscles that outlined his frame.

Alpha Classed Silas had on his body, a traditional attired of ???????????????????????? up and down, the top being a sort of shirt but with only a single button at the neck and having the split sides of shirt’s end stretch down to his t.h.i.g.hs.

Wine in color, he had a black leather armor over his c.h.e.s.t and upper torso, looking all battle ready, especially with the sword he had his right hand latched to.

Malinton gulped.

“I come in peace now. A-and, i-i… I have n-not b-b-be-been drinking…” He whimpered, rasing both hands into the air.

Silas did not say much. He observed him from head to toe and when he was doing with the glare, he exhaled, relaxing the veins on his temples.

“I can see that. Tele mi, to o ba fe ky!(1)” The Alpha Classed Side replied and then turned his back.

Malinton swallowed again, his legs trembling at the sound of the words he had heard.

What was with this Alpha and his ever threatening words? Did he not have a single sentence to say that did not have to express death or injury in it?

The whole of Silas gave him bad vibes and even though he had not seen the Prime Overlord, he was grateful that he had not drank at all. Alpha Silas was as bad as the Prime when it came to alcohol and wine, if not worse.

The best he could do was to act as much as he could act to avoid the unstable nature of Silas.

And that he did.

He walked with aa trembling form, his hand tightened by his side as he held his breath, involuntarily, moving in the steps of the Alpha Silas.

They walked through a corridor, the sides of them being bordered by white walls, some parts of it having some markings and textural carvings into them. While some other parts were just the usual plain and white.

He endured it, sniffing and trying to remind himself why he was here. And it worked. Or rather, the fear of what would happen if Silas found him dozing off kept him sharp and awake.

After a while of walking through the corridors, taking turns and curves, they finally arrived at the door, one door that Malinton could say he was familiar with.

The office room of the Prime Overlord, Orunmila Shope.

He gulped.

On the outside, the door was rather plan. Just your regular old piece of door with wood carvings meant to beauty it’s cream colored form. But once the door was opened by Silas through the bronze lock, the inside was a totally different scenario.

Although, it was not much of an office but more like a courtroom where matters were discussed and presided over but due to the present setting now, it seemed to serve the purpose here

Right as they stepped in, the face that greeted them was the face of the Prime OverLord.

She sat in the chair or rather the sculpture like chair. It had the form of a male figure, bending over in such a way that the high ended back of the chair was rather the curved insides of the stomach of the figure. And from there, the figurine bent over, hulking over the form of whoever sat there.

Right in front of the chair and the First prime was a round table of brown mahogany, some paperwork here and there on it. And a fountain pen on a stack of papers.

Up above, just in the center of the room, or rather courtroom was an orb of light dancing and hovering up above, emitting white dull light.

Malinton frowned. The last time he had been here, the room set up had been different. The walls had the images of several events that happened on Earth and instead of candles and candlesticks were torches.

Then the seat that the Prime sat in, it was never blended with the faceless statue. Rather the chair was different and right behind the chair was the bent form of the statue, over the chair. And the ball of light hovering above too emitted red, blue, green light and not just the plain dull white that illuminated just about the center of the room alone.

“Ah! It’s been a while. Welcome!” The Prime spoke, arresting the attention of Malinton

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(T/N)

1. Follow me if you don’t want to die.