Chapter Four: The Fate of The World
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Three years had passed since Adebisi claimed the kingdom of Osun. The once peaceful land was now a fortress, its walls reinforced and its people trained for war. Under her rule, the kingdom’s tranquility was replaced with an uneasy vigilance, for Adebisi’s thirst for power remained unquenched. Though she shared a throne with the king, her ambitions lay far beyond their borders.
Her six children had grown quickly, their powers manifesting in ways that astonished even Adebisi. Each child embodied an element—fire, water, earth, air, light, and all of them combined—and their abilities grew with every passing day. Her youngest, Ademide, was the most extraordinary, inheriting her Eyes of Death. While the other children were fragments of her strength, Ademide was her mirror, her equal.
Yet, despite the children’s gifts, Adebisi refused their aid in her quest for vengeance. The war against Lagos and Ogun was hers alone to fight.
The day of reckoning came suddenly. Adebisi stood at the gates of Ogun, her crimson eyes scanning the defenses. Word of her power had spread like wildfire, and the kingdom was prepared. Seven hundred men lined the walls, their armor gleaming under the midday sun.
Adebisi approached with the grace of a predator, her every step deliberate. The soldiers flinched as she raised her hand, and with a single clap, the earth beneath them trembled. A fissure split the ground, swallowing the soldiers whole. She clapped again, and the chasm sealed, leaving no trace of the men who had once stood there.
The gates of Ogun loomed before her, reinforced with iron and stone. Adebisi’s lips curled into a cold smile. She extended her hand, summoning fire that roared to life and consumed the gates in seconds. The scent of burning wood and molten metal filled the air as she strode into the city.
Panic erupted as the people of Ogun fled before her. Adebisi’s presence was suffocating, her power radiating in waves that drove terror into the hearts of all who saw her.
Within the palace, King Adekanbi convened his council, desperation etched into his features. “She is here,” he said, his voice trembling. “We must stop her, no matter the cost.”
The council murmured in agreement, but their eyes betrayed their fear. Adebisi was no mere mortal—she was death incarnate.
Desperate to save his kingdom, Adekanbi ordered two thousand soldiers to confront her. But the council’s hesitation grew. Adebisi was unstoppable, and they knew it. That night, as the soldiers prepared for battle, betrayal brewed within the palace walls.
Adekanbi was found dead in his chambers, a dagger in his chest. The council declared his uncle, Adewale, the new king, for the young heir was too inexperienced to rule.
Adewale wasted no time consolidating his power. He summoned an additional seven thousand soldiers from Lagos and sent them to Ogun. Nine thousand men marched toward the city, their banners flying high.
When they arrived, they found Adebisi waiting for them. She stood alone, her crimson eyes gleaming in the darkness. The soldiers hesitated, their resolve wavering as her gaze pierced through them.
“I ask only for your attention,” Adebisi said, her voice carrying across the battlefield.
Her eyes flared, and the soldiers froze, transfixed by the terrible beauty of her gaze. With a single command, her voice echoed like thunder: “Ẹ ti kú—You are dead.”
The soldiers collapsed where they stood, their lifeless bodies littering the battlefield. Adebisi felt the surge of power coursing through her, her strength growing with each soul she claimed. She was invincible.
With Ogun conquered, Adebisi turned her sights on Lagos. The journey was swift, her steps fueled by rage and purpose. By the time she reached the gates, news of her arrival had already reached the palace.
Adewale, now king of Lagos and Ogun, knew his armies were no match for her. He resorted to subterfuge, sending an assassin to negotiate with her under the guise of peace. But Adebisi’s eyes saw through the assassin’s deception. She sensed the hidden blade, its edges coated with poison.
“Kú—Die,” she commanded, and the assassin fell lifeless at her feet.
Her anger boiled over, and she stormed into the palace. The chiefs cowered before her, their voices trembling as they begged for mercy. Adebisi showed none. With a wave of her hand, she turned them into frogs, their croaks echoing through the halls.
She found Omolewa hiding in the queen’s chambers. Lifting her into the air with a flick of her wrist, Adebisi tore her apart, piece by piece. The screams echoed through the palace, silenced only when Adebisi cast Omolewa’s remains into the fire.
Adewale stood paralyzed, his face pale with fear. “Is this the power of a god?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Adebisi stepped closer, her eyes blazing. “No,” she said, her tone laced with venom. “This is the power of the monster you made.”
With Lagos and Ogun under her control, Adebisi declared herself queen of the combined kingdoms. But power, as it often does, began to corrupt her. Conquering three kingdoms was not enough. Her ambitions grew, and she set her sights on Nigeria, then Africa, and eventually, the world.
Her journey of conquest was swift and merciless. Kingdom after kingdom fell before her, their people unable to stand against her power. Within hours, she had claimed all of Africa, raising an army of the dead to serve her will. Her name became synonymous with terror, her legend spreading far and wide.
But as her power grew, so too did the resistance. Unbeknownst to her, her children were being trained to stop her. The stage was set for a confrontation that would determine THE FATE OF THE WORLD…………………
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