chapter 27 can they see me ?

**Arẹwa journey continue***

The momentum of battle shifted dramatically, as if the very air crackled with an electrifying energy. King Ògúngbádé and his warriors surged forward, their movements a masterful symphony of combat techniques and strategy. Their swords gleamed like flashes of lightning, each strike a testament to their mastery over the art of warfare. The goblins and spirits, once brimming with confidence, found themselves bewildered and overwhelmed by the relentless assault.

Ògúngbádé's fighting technique was a sight to behold. With every swing of his sword, he demonstrated a fluidity that seemed almost magical. He danced through the enemy ranks, his steps a combination of deadly precision and intuitive grace. His blade sliced through the air, each strike finding its mark with unerring accuracy. The goblins and demons, who had considered themselves invulnerable, were forced to confront a harsh reality: they were facing a warrior of unparalleled skill.

As the battle raged on, whispers of disbelief swept through the enemy lines. Who was this man, Ògúngbádé, whose strength seemed to transcend the limits of human capability? Doubt gnawed at the minds of the malevolent creatures as they struggled to comprehend the ferocity of his attacks. His presence on the battlefield was a force to be reckoned with, and the very ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble in acknowledgment of his power.

Yet, the tide of battle was as fickle as the wind. Just as victory seemed within grasp, it shifted once again, and the goblins and demons rallied their forces in a desperate attempt to regain control. Ògúngbádé's advance, like a relentless zombie, persisted as he fought his way towards the summit of the castle gate. Despite the losses suffered by his men, he pressed on with unwavering determination, his very existence a beacon of hope for the realm.

Amidst the chaos, the king's command rang out. Ògúngbádé was to ensure the safety of the royal family and Ekun's kin, granting them the opportunity to escape the tumult. With a nod of understanding, Ògúngbádé and a handful of remaining soldiers formed a protective barrier, buying the others the time they needed.

Ògúngbádé's appearance was a testament to the brutality of the conflict. His body was drenched in the blood of his fallen enemies, a visceral reminder of the price paid for each inch of ground gained. Yet, his eyes blazed with an intensity that defied fatigue, a fire that seemed to burn even brighter in the face of adversity.

As the battle raged on, Ekun remained a steadfast companion. His own fighting technique was a marvel to behold, his movements a seamless blend of agility and precision. At a crucial moment, he and Ògúngbádé vanished from view, leaving the enemy disoriented and bewildered by their sudden disappearance. Whispers of confusion echoed through the enemy ranks as they struggled to comprehend the situation.

In the midst of it all, a lone figure observed the unfolding chaos. Arẹwa watched with a mixture of awe and trepidation, her heart racing as she witnessed the clash of blades and the ebb and flow of battle. The situation took a chilling turn as a demon soldier reported the presence of a lady watching them. The leader's gaze turned towards Arẹwa, who could hardly believe she had been spotted.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Can they see me?" The answer came in the form of a sudden and lethal attack. A massive ice berg, honed to a deadly point, hurtled towards Arẹwa with terrifying speed. Her reflexes kicked in, and she summoned her power to erect a protective shield. The impact of the attack jarred her, but her determination held firm as she managed to ward off the first strike.

However, the enemy's assault was unrelenting. A second ice berg crashed into her barrier, shattering it and sending her to the ground in a heap. Pain radiated through her body as her vision blurred, the cold seeping into her very bones.she collapse immediately