The helicopter ride to the headquarters of the Ilu Nla Liberation Movement took place in complete silence. Only its propellers filled the air with a melancholy sound. It let out the high-pitched cry of a metal bird with metal entrails.

On a stretcher, a weakened Akachi was being medicated by Adisa. Serum was pouring into his vein through a catheter, and an analgesic had been applied to ease the pain. The man took it seriously. Sometimes he let out a smile, stroked his son's hair and adjusted the collar of his clothes.

Next to him was a tearful Spin Bomb. Her eyes were swollen, she had been crying with worry. After entering the Room of Atonement, she had fallen unconscious. She couldn't remember anything that had happened. She was confused by the company of Hakim and Ekundayo. She was surprised to discover that the other three members of the Circle of Sages had been killed by the Ilu Nla military.

Feruzi thought about lighting a pipe, but gave up when he saw his friend Mashal's disapproving eyes.

“Do you want me to open the door and smoke outside, old man?”

“I'd throw it myself, if I had any strength left.”

“It's age.”

“We're not getting old, Feruzi, we're going to ruin.”

“We're just dancing to the rhythm of the world.”

“Not the best dance partner.”

Ekundayo was in a corner. He looked out of place. Surrounding him were his former adversaries, who had planned Adisa's kidnapping with information obtained by the Happy Prince. In the end, he had been tricked. Since the scientist's extraction, the Circle of Sages had been traced back to the Judgement Stone.

Durojaiye, Jabir and Nkechi… cowardly killed by Ilu Nla's military.

Despite this, what had impressed the Sage of Justice the most was Akachi embodying an Entity. It was rare for a medium to achieve this feat. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it impossible for a mere beginner in mediumship to accomplish the feat.

Maybe he really is the door to the Faith of Ilu Nla, wait, what am I saying? I'm just being vain not to admit I'm wrong.

While Ekundayo reflected on Akachi's role, Fadala and Hakim were in the cockpit of the helicopter. The hitman was piloting the aircraft and next to him was a curious and boisterous Hakim. During the hijacking, Ekundayo didn't allow him to go into the cockpit.

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Now he had the chance to have fun pressing and turning random buttons. Fadala raised an eyebrow and looked at the copilot with concern.

“What does that big button do?”

“It's your ejector seat.”

“Holy shit! You're just telling me this now?”

A bead of sweat ran down Hakim's forehead. His right hand was about to press a huge bluish button that emitted a light every three seconds. With great effort, he managed to stop himself. He put both sweaty hands on his knees and took a shaky breath.

“It's a joke.”

“Joke⁉ I never thought funeral directors had a sense of humor.”

“We do have a sense of humor, we just suppress our emotions to ensure greater efficiency in our mission.”

“Killing people indiscriminately.”

“We eliminate potential risks to peace and humanity.”

“For you, killing in the name of God must be more just than killing in the name of one's country, political ideology or whatever. Believe me, my grumpy friend, you are no less a murderer than anyone else. Killing in the name of God doesn't turn any demon into an angel.”

Fadala didn't respond. After getting involved in Ilu Nla's internal conflicts, he began to question his convictions. The world, once black and white, now took on shades of gray that blurred his vision.

He was the world's most proficient hitman. The Ilê Apanyan agent most trusted by his Babu. The one who had internalized his teachings the most. He was the greatest defender of his doctrine, but now his heart was full of doubts, like weeds tangling in his heart.

Hakim was a talker, and he didn't want the subject to die there. He decided to clear up some of his doubts about funeral directors. He would never have an opportunity like that.

“Is it true that your leader can see the future?”

“Yes, he received that blessing from God.”

“But what happens when he dies, like how is this ability passed on to another leader?”

“There's a secret ritual to transfer the clairvoyance to the next Babu.”

“A ritual, and what does it look like?”

“If I knew, it wouldn't be secret.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

Hakim considered that such a gift conferred a great advantage in combat.

“He must be invincible, just imagine, you're there fighting and you can predict your enemy's every move.”

The sage punched the air as if he were fighting. Fadala didn't answer the medium. He knew that Babu's clairvoyance could not be used at will. Therefore, it wasn't a combat skill, it couldn't be used to predict enemy attacks, or guarantee an advantage in a fight.

When it came to his own destiny, the Babu was a blind man groping in the dark.

The helicopter reached the rebel camp. When the people saw the Ilu Nla Armed Forces aircraft flying over the area, they ran to their quarters, leaving the streets deserted.

Fadala took the aircraft to the top of one of the unfinished buildings. The force of the propellers chased away the gravel and cement that had accumulated. The passengers got out of the helicopter and dragged the stretcher out.

Feruzi appeared at the top of the building and signaled to the watchmen. Everyone's heart was relieved. It wasn't an invasion.

The priority for Feruzi and his group was to treat Akachi and hold an Unloading Session. The young medium was taken to the leaders' residence. When he arrived, Azekel saw his grandson in that state and fell on him, worried. Feruzi pushed him away with his hand.

“He's fine, you old fool. I'll look after him, there's someone who needs to talk to you.”

The master of suspicion nodded back. Azekel could hardly believe it, Adisa was standing in front of him.