Who Is Tamarakie? 2

The soft hum of machines and the rhythmic clink of weights filled the gym as Ebilade began his workout. His movements were deliberate and precise, muscles rippling with controlled power as he lifted the heavy barbell. His breaths were steady, beads of sweat forming along his brow, but his expression was calm—focused. This was his sanctuary, a place to ground himself amidst the chaos of his life.

Suddenly, a faint shimmer of light flickered in the corner of the gym, followed by the soft crackle of displaced air. Ebipade materialized effortlessly, his arrival punctuated by the quiet hum of his teleportation. He was already seated casually on a bench near Ebilade, leaning back with an air of nonchalance. His arms rested on the bench's back, and a sly grin curved his lips.