Chapter 37 A Blade in the Fig

It was the third night after Prince Adesola crossed the riverbank into the dark lands of Omidiran.

They called this place the Whispering Wild. The air was thick. Trees twisted like old bones. Fog clung low to the ground, and strange echoes followed the living like shadows.

Adesola, bold as ever, grinned beneath his hood.

"Now this," he said, "is