Louis rubbed his temples. "Okay. Clues. Nigeria. Prophecy. End of the world. No pressure."
"You're the Oluwaseun, Louis. The Christborn," Elyon said, voice tinged with reverence now. "You carry the mark of divine convergence. You have to go."
"But there are no flights, Elyon. The world's burning."
"There's a gate," Astarion interjected.
Louis froze. "A gate?"
"Yes," Elyon said. "An old one. Hidden beneath the ruins of St. Dominic's Cathedral in lower Manhattan. It will take you to the shrine-city of Ifelọrun—if you survive the passage."
"Survive?"
"You've seen what happens when realms bleed into each other," Astarion said. "This gate isn't just a door. It's a crucible."
Louis stood, heart pounding. "So I go through the crucible. Then what?"
"You'll meet the Seer," Elyon said.
"A boy?" Astarion added, voice soft with an edge. "Named Chuka. He holds the Eye of Enoch. If he falls, all hope dies."
Louis blinked. "A kid holds the fate of the world?"
