Chapter 55: The Weight of Destiny
Bayo's gaze fixed on the worn floorboards of Adeola's apartment, his shoulders hunched under an invisible weight. Amina and Adeola exchanged worried glances, the silence heavy with unspoken questions. The scent of burning incense hung in the air, its smoky tendrils curling around them like spectral fingers.
His mind drifted back to that fateful encounter with Èsù, the moment when everything changed. The memory of his blue eyes flickering, then fading to a dull hue, still sent a chill down his spine. Gone was the effortless brilliance that had made complex equations as simple as breathing. Now, each day in the Harvard Computing Laboratory felt like walking a tightrope blindfolded, the constant threat of falling into academic disgrace looming beneath him.