In the bustling heart of Accra, a boy named Obasi Mensah begins to defy gravity—literally. Objects float, time bends, and the earth shifts beneath his feet. But Obasi is no ordinary teen. He is the last heir to a forgotten lineage that once communed with the fabric of the cosmos itself.

Guided by ancestral visions and ancient Ghanaian proverbs, Obasi’s journey takes him from the sun-warmed streets of Ghana to the cutting-edge halls of the University of Cape Town, where a tragic accident awakens the full scope of his powers—Gravitic Dominion, Singularity Forge, and Spacetime Warp. As the primordial force of gravity flows through him, so too does the burden of responsibility.

Now known as Eventide, he retreats to a hidden sanctum hovering invisibly above the Sahara, where he must balance the cold logic of astrophysics with the warm wisdom of tradition. With the stars as allies and ancestors as counsel, Obasi becomes Earth's equilibrium guardian, standing between a fractured multiverse and utter collapse.

But as rifts open and cosmic threats arise, one name echoes across timelines: Nyos the Unbound, a rogue ancestor seeking to fold all of reality into a singularity of ruin.

As gravitational forces twist fate itself, Obasi must decide: will he remain a lone sentinel of balance, or become the anchor that unites science, spirit, and the scattered hopes of a people reaching for the stars?

We leave at dawn in a rusted Land Rover. The road west winds through fields, then dust. Villages shrink behind us. Time thins.


In the Sahel, we stop at a lone well. A woman offers millet porridge. She touches Jabari's orb and nods. "You carry the light."


By dusk, the Sahara Gate rises—black rock, circular, silent. The crater glows faintly. The jaguar waits. It stares at me. I stare back.


We camp. Kesi assembles the scope. Amina hums. Jabari recounts tales of sky-rending. The stars blink oddly tonight. One—bright, blue—has never been there before.


Through the scope, I see the child. She points upward. The crater pulses.


Lightning cracks. Ships fall—or rise. The air becomes drumbeat.


We stand at the edge. Our hands touch the stone. Light floods us.


Chapter 39 - Chapter 39: Desert Horizon