Chapter 76: The Watcher Falls
Grandmaster Expert Seyi Adebowale was one of the Triad's top scouts—calm under pressure, trained to observe without interfering, and powerful enough to hold his own in the rare case a mission went sideways.
But tonight?
Tonight felt wrong from the very beginning.
From his perch on the rooftop two streets away, cloaked in a multi-layered invisibility veil, he had watched the ten Sage-level assassins approach Philip Egboluche's compound with near surgical precision.
Then they entered.
And nothing happened.
No energy clash.
No destruction.
Not even a flicker of resistance.
It was as if the house itself had swallowed them whole.
Ten full minutes passed.
No exit.
No signal.
Seyi trained breathing became shallow. His heart, despite decades of conditioning, beat with rising unease. It was more than just a bad mission—something deeper was wrong. Something fundamentally unnatural.
A prickling chill crawled across his spine.
Then it hit him—a presence.
Like the quiet weight of an ancient being exhaling near his ear.
His instincts screamed. Run. Now.
He activated his escape glyphs and spun on his heel—
But he wasn't alone.
Floating silently above him like a phantom of the void, Philip Egboluche hovered in the night sky, arms folded behind his back, golden eyes glowing with serene detachment.
There was no dramatic aura flare.
No explosion of force.
Just a single word, laced with layered mana and soul command:
"Sleep."
Before Seyi could even raise his hands, his consciousness was torn away, ripped from his body with surgical precision. The world vanished in a blink as he crumpled to the rooftop like a discarded cloak.
Later, back in the compound, the basement glowed faintly with ritual light.
Sixteen prisoners now sat restrained in soul-bonded glyph chairs—five from the earlier squad, ten from the latest wave, and now one Grand Master Expert, Seyi Adebowale, lying unconscious, soon to join the rest.
Philip stood at the center, robes shifting with invisible wind, eyes closed in thought.
"Enough questions," he whispered. "I want the truth."
He placed his hand on the crown of the first assassin. His fingers lit up with a soft blue glow as he activated the technique—Soul-search
This was not a technique of this world. It was from beyond, from a civilization now lost—where truth was carved directly from soul memory.
A person's body could lie. Their thoughts could be trained.
But their soul?
It remembered everything.
And now, Philip would see what they saw. Who sent them. Why.
No more games.
As he sank into the memories, hundreds of threads of soul light sparked in the room, dancing along the walls like fireflies from another dimension.
He would pierce through every barrier.
He would know who sent them.
He started with the grand master
As he watched his memories he found out his name was seyi and all the atrocities he did Philip had never wanted to kill someone like this man
For years, he helped the Triad organization grow their influence across Nigeria. He was Among their inner circle. Even as a grand master
He was subtle. Calm. Always walking among the people, often disguised as a Lagos Tout, he enjoyed chaos and even though he was rich from his work. When he didn't have any job you could find him on the road in oshodi.
Twenty years ago, during the early rise of the Triad, Adebowale awakened a unique and terrifying ability known as Incite.
With just a whisper, a gesture, or a surge of mana, he could manipulate emotion on a massive scale. Anger. Fear. Paranoia. Outrage.
He didn't throw punches. He didn't need to.
He lit fires in people's hearts—and let society burn itself down.
Whenever riots broke out in Lagos… whenever protests turned into looting… whenever peaceful movements morphed into chaos in western Nigeria—he was there.
Politicians paid him under the table. Warlords sought his blessing. Media outlets covered the events but never understood the invisible hand pushing the chaos forward.
His job?
Manufacture outrage.
Shape public anger.
And convert it into destruction.
When things spiraled out of control, you could be sure: Adebowale had passed through.
He didn't just manipulate crowds.
He weaponized them.
Not only in Lagos in other state and sometime other countries