Chapter 109: The Crucible of Choice
As the Klansmen closed in, their white robes stark against the darkening twilight, Bayo felt time slow to a crawl. The acrid smell of gunpowder and sweat mingled with the earthy scent of the forest, while cicadas chirped their evening song. In that crystalline moment, the true nature of Èsù's challenge revealed itself in startling clarity.
This was more than a mere test of power. It was a crucible of choice, forged in the fires of hatred and prejudice that surrounded him. The weight of destiny pressed down on Bayo's shoulders, heavier than any physical burden he'd ever borne.
"Kí ní Bayo yóò ṣe?" [What would Bayo do?] The question echoed in his mind, a whisper that grew to a roar. "Ta ni yóò yan láti jẹ́?" [Who would he choose to be?]