Chapter 8: Old Warriors and Heavy Choices

"God abeg. Elder Song, why you choose this road? That staff na Masquerade treasure. I just wan carry am go put for Zunfo Shrine main hall."

For top of Western Wasteland, where Sun Zikora stand before, now na crowd, all get Spirit Heart stage power.

"Old man, we don know each other almost two thousand years. None of us get plenty years left. Why you come out for these small ones? No better make you enjoy last hundred years in peace?"

The old man just calm, hands together, think small, sigh.

"Sometimes, things pass our power. If I no come, the staff for another person hand go cause more wahala."

The sword old man laugh:

"True, better for us to get am than outsiders."

As they dey talk, the ground under them vibrate, spirit energy thick like ogbono soup. The gathering of so many strong ones for one place na sign say wahala dey come. Even the spirits of the land dey hide. Two old rivals shake head, memories of old battles flashing in their eyes—one last dance before curtain fall.