chapter 67:Whispers of Destiny: Triumph Amidst Shadows"

Within the depths of the witch's realm, consternation rippled through their elder council. A human wielding the sacred staff defied all logic, shattering their expectations."How is this possible? A human should be drawn to the staff like smoke fish," one of the elders exclaimed."How could you fall into his trap?" another rebuked."Why did we not sense his presence? How could we not perceive his strangeness?" chorused the council in bewilderment."He is no ordinary human. He is different, and we have no time to waste. We must join the fight against him," the queen proclaimed, and with swift determination, they teleported to the battlefront. There was no time for hesitation. The forbidden magic fortified the enemy troops, giving them strength in their struggle.Prince Rogba, battling alongside the remaining forces, felt the weight of despair. The battle seemed an insurmountable challenge. Suddenly, a distant chant erupted, filling the air with hope and uncertainty."Ojumọ kingdom armies," Ojo exclaimed. "Could they be supporting the Jagud Invaders as well?" Akin questioned anxiously.Prince Rogba's voice rang out, infused with a glimmer of hope, "He's here! Prince Niyi, the second prince, and our blood is here."As the second prince took command at the front, he shouted, "Brotherhood!" A rallying cry that energized the troops.The tide of battle began to shift as the newly arrived forces fought valiantly. However, a disconcerting revelation marred the newfound hope—the forbidden magic empowered the fallen opponents, rendering them almost invincible.The witches discerned a weakness in this newfound strength, shouting, "Stab their hearts!" This directive proved effective. Striking their hearts led to a brief respite of five minutes before their resurrection. Yet, the strength of the forbidden magic was undeniable, allowing the fallen to rise once more.With approximately 300,000 troops remaining from both kingdoms, plus an additional 150,000 from the Ojumọ kingdom, the odds were slowly turning. However, the casualties continued to mount, and Prince Rogba's hope wavered.

In the climactic crescendo of the battle, Prince Rogba invoked the divine forces with unwavering determination. His words were a symphony, calling upon the ancient deities in a fervent plea for their intervention.

"Oh, god of thunder Olukoso, clothed in fire, blaze both eyes and mouth. I understand your demands and forbidden realms. I seek your aid, even if it means delving into the forbidden. I call upon the entity that takes on diverse forms, assisting mourners in their lamentations, sowing fear in their hearts. The mourner cries, and the devil weeps blood. I beseech your assistance because I comprehend your demands and forbidden arts. I invoke you, god of iron, dwelling in a home with water yet bathing in blood. Clad in cloth, but concealing yourself with palm leaves. I comprehend your forbidden ways and demands. I summon the goddess of war, the possessor of the conqueror's sword. I call upon you, gods and goddesses, answer my call. I beseech you, gods and goddesses, your aid is imperative."