Chapter 6: The Storm Within
Tunde did not feel like himself anymore.
Since that night, since Sango appeared, something inside him had changed.
It wasn’t just power.
It was pressure.
Like a storm trapped inside his body, waiting for the right moment to break free.
He stood alone behind his house that morning, staring at his hands.
“Control it,” he whispered to himself.
He remembered Sango’s words:
“To control the storm, or be destroyed by it.”
Tunde clenched his fist.
A faint spark appeared.
Then another.
“Come on,” he muttered.
He focused harder.
The air around him began to vibrate slightly.
Electricity danced across his fingers.
For a moment,
It worked.
A small bolt of lightning shot from his hand and struck the ground.
Tunde stepped back, breathing heavily.
“I did it,”
But then
The energy didn’t stop.
Instead,
It grew.
“Wait, no—”
The lightning spread violently across his arm.
Pain shot through his body.
“STOP!” he shouted.
A sudden explosion of energy burst outward.
The ground cracked.
Nearby objects were thrown aside.
Tunde fell hard to the ground.
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
Sweat covered his face.
“I can’t control it,” he whispered.
Losing Control
That was the problem.
The more he tried to use the power,
The more it tried to take over.
At times, he could feel something else inside him.
Watching.
Waiting.
Not fully Sango,
But connected to him.
Ancient.
Wild.
Tunde closed his eyes.
“If I lose control,” he said softly,
“I could destroy everything.”
The Cult’s Deadly Mission
Not far away, the Children of the Storm had already begun their next move.
Inside the shrine, the leader stood before his followers.
“The boy is unstable,” one of them said.
“He may not survive the power.”
The leader smiled slightly.
“Then we will force him to evolve.”
He turned to Kunle.
“You know him better than anyone.”
Kunle hesitated.
“What do you want me to do?”
The leader’s voice turned cold.
“Bring him to us.”
Kunle’s expression darkened.
“And if he refuses?”
A long silence followed.
Then the leader said:
“Then break him.”
The Trap
That evening, Kunle found Tunde.
“Tunde,” he called out calmly.
Tunde turned, his guard instantly up.
“What do you want?”
Kunle raised his hands slightly.
“I’m not here to fight.”
Tunde didn’t relax.
“You already chose your side.”
Kunle stepped closer.
“And you haven’t chosen yours.”
Silence.
Heavy.
“I can help you,” Kunle said.
“You’re losing control. I can see it.”
Tunde hesitated.
Because deep down,
It was true.
“Come with me,” Kunle continued.
“There’s a place, where you can learn to control it.”
Tunde studied him carefully.
Every instinct told him not to trust him.
But the pain.
The power.
The fear of losing himself,
“Fine,” Tunde said slowly.
Kunle nodded.
“Good.”
But behind his calm expression,
His eyes told a different story.
The Massive Battle 🔥⚡
The moment they reached the shrine
Tunde knew.
“It’s a trap,"
Figures emerged from the shadows.
Dozens of them.
The cult.
Tunde stepped back.
“You lied to me!”
Kunle’s voice dropped.
“I had no choice.”
The leader stepped forward.
“This ends tonight.”
Tunde’s anger exploded.
Lightning burst from his body instantly.
“I won’t let you use me!”
The ground shook.
Thunder roared above them.
The cult members attacked all at once.
Tunde raised his hands
Lightning struck.
One.
Two.
Three bolts crashed down, scattering them.
But it wasn’t enough.
They kept coming.
The leader moved forward calmly, unaffected.
“You’re still weak,” he said.
Tunde’s eyes glowed.
“Then I’ll get stronger.”
Energy surged violently around him.
Too much.
Too fast.
The shrine began to crack.
The altar trembled.
“Stop him!” someone shouted.
But it was too late.
Tunde lost control.
A massive explosion of lightning burst outward.
Blinding.
Deafening.
Unstoppable.
The sky split open.
Thunder roared like never before.
Cult members were thrown in every direction.
The ground shattered.
Trees collapsed.
Kunle was caught in the blast.
Thrown hard against the stone walls.
“TUNDE!” he shouted.
But Tunde couldn’t hear him.
He wasn’t fully himself anymore.
His voice echoed with power.
Not just his own.
“I AM NOT YOUR WEAPON!”
Lightning struck the altar directly.
Breaking it apart.
Silence followed.
Smoke filled the air.
The shrine was half destroyed.
Tunde stood at the center.
Breathing heavily.
Eyes glowing.
Then slowly…
He collapsed.
Chapter Ending (Hook)
Kunle struggled to stand.
Injured.
Shaken.
He looked at Tunde’s unconscious body.
Fear filled his eyes.
“This is worse than we thought,”
Behind him, the leader appeared again.
Bruised,
But smiling.
“Good,” he said softly.
Kunle turned.
“Good? He almost destroyed everything!”
The leader’s smile widened.
“That means,”
He looked at Tunde.
“The storm is ready.”
