A Day of Reckoning
Chapter 82: A Day of Reckoning
Bayo's eyes fluttered open, his consciousness sharpening as he emerged from a state of deep introspection. The lingering remnants of his journey to Umberclaw clung to his muscles, a dull ache that served as a physical reminder of his supernatural trials. He unlocked his crossed legs, his bare feet touching the cool floor.
"Ìrora kò ní ìpẹ̀kun," [Pain does not last forever] he muttered to himself, the Yoruba proverb offering a small comfort as he made his way to the bathroom.
The cold water splashed against his face, jolting him fully awake. Bayo stared at his reflection in the mirror, his blue ring eyes - a supposed curse from Èsù - staring back at him. The weight of his dual nature, both modern scholar and vessel of ancient power, seemed to press down on his shoulders. However, the bluish ring in his eyes subtly changed to bluish red ring, showing his increasing controls of his powers.