📖 Chapter Five:
[Echoes of mystery]
Amaka sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her fingers trembling as she held her phone. Ejiro was stable now—barely. The doctors said she'd need rest, fluids, and luck. Nkemdilim hadn't spoken in hours. She just stared at the wall, eyes vacant, veil pulsing faintly in her bag.
Amaka opened her voice recorder. She couldn't speak to Dimeji live. Her voice was too raw. So she recorded.
Amaka (voice note):
"Dimeji… Ejiro's been poisoned. We think it was the storyteller. Baba Osei. He knew about Obinna. About Adaeze. About Nkem. But he was a trap. I'm scared. I'm tired. I need you."
She sent it. Then curled into herself, silent sobs shaking her shoulders.
Minutes later, her phone buzzed. A voice note from Dimeji.
Dimeji (voice note):
"Amaka… I wish I could be there. I swear. But I'm in Abeokuta for my cousin's wedding. It's chaos here—family, noise, tradition.and mother won't let me be, she keeps asking of you, you must have stolen her heart.But I'm listening. Always."
He paused. His voice dropped.
Dimeji:
"I just got intel, from kite. Adrian's back in Brussels. He's moving quiet, but fast. He's trying to locate Professor Chuka. Real location. Real name.I think he's with luc,he's gimmicks are clean his trying not to leave a trace.He's not just chasing the archive anymore. He wants to rewrite it."
Amaka's breath caught.
Dimeji:
"Oh! kite won't let me be, there's more. A child in Enugu. Nsukka. Drawing symbols on walls. Symbols that match Obinna's lost journal. The kid's never seen the journal. Never met Obinna. But the symbols… they're exact."I just sent you the footage.
Amaka stood. Her mind racing.
Amaka—"The veil is echoing." As she scrolls through the pictures.!
{Luc's Network Fractures}
Elsewhere, in a dimly lit compound outside Abuja, Luc sat alone. His spy network had splintered. Too many betrayals. Too many ghosts. He stared at a map—red pins scattered across Nigeria, Brussels, and Ghana.
He whispered to himself.
Luc:
"They think I'm gone. But I'm just evolving."
A knock. A man entered. Tall. Bald. Eyes like ice.
Man:—Boss you called!?.
Luc:
"You're one of the new ones. The Erasers."
The man nodded.
Eraser Agent:
"We don't spy. We delete."
Luc smiled. A twisted, tired smile.
Luc:
"Then start with the senator." His done has too much leverage.
🩸 The Assassination
In Abuja, Senator Okon stepped out of a conference hall, flanked by aides. He was mid-sentence, laughing about budget allocations, with a few of his girlfriends, when a sharp whistle cut through the air.not warning ⚠️
Justice A dart. Silent. Precise.
He collapsed. No blood. No sound. Just absence.
The Erasers had begun.