"The first sign of a dying empire is when it starts to fear its children."
— Anonymous Biafran Resistance Scroll, sealed 1971
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Location: Near Udi Mountains, Midnight
The stars flickered above like anxious eyes.
Obinna moved through the overgrowth in silence, his spear wrapped in cloth, his breath shallow. The forest had changed—denser, colder. Even the crickets had gone silent. Azụmiri flew above him in tight circles, wings barely lighting the canopy.
Something was wrong.
> "He's coming," the eagle spirit murmured, feathers twitching. "The air stinks of purity. But it is not divine. It is… manufactured."
Obinna didn't respond.
He could already feel it too—a pressure. Like his bones were wrapped in barbed wire. His glyphs itched. His spirit beast kept flinching. Even the trees bent away from the path ahead.
> "Do we run?" Obinna finally asked.
> "Champions don't run," Azụmiri said.
> "Then let's bleed like gods."
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Elsewhere — 10 Kilometers South, Nigerian Assault Pod
General Bello watched from a distance, his eyes behind war-tech binoculars that hummed with dark sigils.
Beside him stood Subject-07—a pale boy no older than ten, skin glowing faintly blue, veins full of something that wasn't blood. His eyes? Pure white.
> "Go," Bello said.
The boy didn't speak.
He just floated.
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The Encounter – Two Forces, One Forest
Obinna stepped into the clearing near a shattered shrine stone.
The child was already there.
Hovering.
Not breathing.
> "Another spirit beast?" Obinna asked cautiously.
> "He has none," Azụmiri growled. "This one… was born in a tank, not a womb."
The boy's voice finally came, echoing in static, like a broken radio trying to mimic humanity.
> "You are registered as anomaly B-Zero-One. I am Order. Return to slumber, or be extinguished."
> "I am not a machine," Obinna snapped.
> "No," the boy said.
He raised his hand.
> "You are a threat."
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The Clash Begins
Lightning struck.
But not from the sky.
From the boy.
Raw white energy tore across the ground, splitting rock, turning soil to ash. Obinna barely rolled aside. Azụmiri dove with talons ablaze, but was flung back by a wave of unfiltered force.
> "His aura is artificial," Azụmiri barked. "It rejects the earth itself!"
Obinna dashed forward, spear glowing.
> "Then I'll return him to it."
He swung.
Clang.
His spear met a transparent barrier.
The child didn't even blink.
> "You are unoptimized," he said coldly. "You are emotion. Chaos. Weak."
Obinna smiled. "Yeah? And you're what? A lost dream in a lab?"
He clenched his fist.
The Glyph of Thorns activated.
Vines of molten memory surged from his arm, dragging the child's barrier down momentarily. Obinna struck again—this time cutting through shoulder.
The boy flinched.
His blood was not red.
It was white.
And it hissed like acid.
> "You hurt him," Azụmiri gasped.
> "Good," Obinna growled. "Now he can feel something."
But the boy's eyes blazed brighter.
Suddenly, the trees screamed.
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Flashback Vision — From the Boy's Mind
Obinna staggered.
His mind was pulled in.
And he saw the labs.
Rows of children wired into machines.
French voices speaking calmly about god-potential and continental dominance. Test tubes labeled "Yoruba Variant," "Igbo Essence," "Ijaw Hybrid."
The boy, younger, cried as electrodes burned into his spine.
Then silence.
And the screaming never stopped.
Obinna stumbled back, coughing.
> "You weren't born," he whispered. "You were... made."
The boy's voice cracked for the first time.
> "I didn't want this…"
But the white glow surged again.
> "...I was built to end you."
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The Sky Breaks Again
A beam of energy erupted upward from the boy's core, cracking through the heavens like a reversed lightning strike.
Obinna roared and drove his spear forward—this time not into flesh, but into the child's memory.
The Glyph of Thorns pulsed.
And everything stopped.
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Aftermath
The boy lay unconscious, not dead.
His blood had scorched a spiral into the earth. His heart still glowed faintly beneath skin.
Azụmiri landed beside Obinna, chest heaving.
> "You spared him?"
> "I saw his cage," Obinna said, kneeling. "He never had a name. Only numbers."
He took the cloth from his own spear and wrapped it around the child's body.
> "Let me give him something human. Even if it's only warmth."
> "He will be hunted."
> "So am I."
The moon finally broke through the clouds.
And beneath it, the boy who bled white finally... wept.
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⚔️ End of Chapter 7 – The Boy Who Bled White
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📘 Mini-Dictionary (New Terms Introduced)
Subject -07 – A genetically engineered god-child created using African bloodlines and foreign tech-magic fusion. Part of Nigeria's "Silent Dominion" project.
Glyph of
Thorns – A rare soul mark that allows Obinna to weaponize emotion, memory, and pain into living constructs.
Silent Dominion – A black-budget Nigerian military program, secretly backed by foreign powers, aiming to weaponize African spiritual genetics.
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