Chapter 70: The Wolverine's Sorrow
Bayo settled onto the worn floorboards of his apartment, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. The familiar scent of musty newspapers faded as he felt the shift in consciousness, the air around him suddenly alive with the tingling energy of Eternaforest.
The misty realm materialized, bioluminescent trees casting an otherworldly glow. Aroni appeared before him, silver hair gleaming, his walking stick tapping a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very pulse of the forest.
"Ọmọ mi," (My child) Aroni's voice was both gentle and unyielding. "Time grows short. Two nights remain to win the wolverine's trust. Failure will see my gifts withdrawn."