Chapter 42: Another task
As Bayo placed the last drawing, a gust of wind swept through the room, though the windows remained closed. The temperature dropped, raising goosebumps on his arms. A faint red light pulsed between the sketches, growing stronger with each heartbeat.
Èsù materialized in a shimmer of candlelight, his presence filling the small room. His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he regarded Bayo. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "If it isn't my favorite supplicant. What brings you calling this fine evening?"
Bayo's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. He opened his mouth to speak, but Èsù cut him off with a theatrical wave of his hand.
"Let me guess," the orisha continued, his eyes twinkling with barely suppressed laughter. "Another crisis? Another plea for divine intervention? Oh, the trials and tribulations of mortality!"