Twelve hours earlier.
Where is the princess?"
The man who spoke was dark in complexion, with dark brown eyes and neatly hair styled 360 waves, height of 5'9", wearing a green suit trimmed with clean white lines. A badge rested proudly on his chest.
Elite of Nigeria was engraved at the top, and beneath it, three words:
Peace. Justice. Unity.
Taiyor scoffed.
"She's right here." He tapped the side of the carriage. "Why ask? Don't you trust me, eh, Mausa?"
Mausa's gaze sharpened. "Since you left the carriage, I used my spirit essence to construct and enter another one. How am I supposed to know you didn't transfer her to a different carriage and send it ahead to Riverview?"
Taiyor frowned.
"Once you're back in Nigeria," Mausa continued coldly, "you'd take all the credit for capturing and transporting the princess yourself."
Taiyor clicked his tongue. "That's a sound argument, but tell me this. How would her feet, or any part of her body, touch the ground without you noticing?"
Mausa sneered. "Don't play dumb. If you threw her into another carriage, would her feet ever touch the ground?"
Before the argument could escalate further, a tall, beautiful Black woman standing closer to Taiyor. , with a slender chest and a well-shaped figure.
"That's enough," she said firmly. "Both of you. This isn't the time to fight among ourselves."
Mausa turned on her. "Yoma, shut up and undo the illusion you placed on this freak. I want to see this devil's real face before I crush it."
Another woman emerged from concealment.
She has dark skin, with sharp black eyes, a fuller chest, and a balanced figure, height of 5' 6" , she wore a white suit trimmed with green lines. On her chest was the same badge:
Elite of Nigeria
Peace. Justice. Unity
The badge was colored green, white, and green the flag of Nigeria.
"I've already called for reinforcements," she said calmly. "Twenty of our men are stationed in Riverview as we speak. Ten more are located in the mountain."
She stepped forward, her presence commanding silence.
"Our mission is simple. We bring the princess to Nigeria no matter the cost, or the price."
Her gaze swept over them.
"This carriage will not stop until we reach Riverview. The second phase of the mission had begun."
She paused, then said coldly, "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Captain!" Mausa, Taiyor, and Yoma responded in unison, snapping to attention.
"Captain Aisha," they said. "We will follow your command."
Aisha turned and pointed directly at Taiyor.
"Who are you?"
Taiyor immediately raised both hands in surrender.
"Captain, I mean no disrespect," he said quickly. "This form was used to sneak into Lionmere so I could steal the princess. I should have changed it sooner—I acknowledge my mistake."
He lowered his head slightly. "Please forgive your subordinate. It won't happen again."
Aisha didn't respond immediately.
"Yoma," she said at last. "Undo the illusion."
"Yes, Captain."
Yoma closed her eyes, focusing on her spirit core the spirit essence in her spirit core domain keep changing colours. She pictured Taiyor's true form clearly in her mind.
When she opened her eyes.
The illusion shattered.
Taiyor's appearance shifted, revealing his true appearance: a tall Black man standing six feet tall, with thick brown eyes and twisted loc an hairstyle framing, he wore a green suit with white lines trimmed on it.
One of the clones transmitted everything he saw back to Lancelot.
So this is where those outsiders are hiding…
Lancelot's eyes narrowed.
They crossed the sea just to humiliate me.
He had never truly believed it was possible to cross the sea. Not until today.
One day, I'll try it myself.
He forced his emotions down and steadied his breathing.
I won't rush in dealing with them they must be elites.
These soldiers had crossed the sea something even Britannia's finest soldier feared and couldn't accomplished. That alone made them dangerous. Their capabilities were unknown, and underestimating them would be fatal.
Once the villagers abandoned the Western side of Stonecliff, I'll send my clones to test thier strength.
Only after gauging their strength i would be able to decide my next move weather calling for backups or rescuing the princess.
Lancelot directed the clones scattered across Stonecliff to converge on the location where the foreigners had been spotted.
I won't let these outsiders escape.
Rage surged through him like a rising storm. Beneath his calm exterior, anger burned fiercely, twisting his resolve into something sharp and unforgiving.
His expression remained still—but behind his eyes, fury raged. He send his clones to give a message to the people of Stonecliff to retreat from the Eastern side of Stonecliff.
With a single thought, Lancelot recalled every clone scattered across Stonecliff. They shifted silently, tightening the net around the location where the foreigners had revealed themselves.
You won't escape.
His mind was calm—eerily so. Rage no longer surged wildly; it condensed, sharpened, becoming something precise and deadly.
Aliens who dared cross the sea.
Black creatures that disguise themselves as humans bold enough to trample Britannia's dignity beneath their feet.
Fools who thought abducting the princess was merely a mission.
Lancelot's eyes were cold, devoid of hesitation or mercy.
Lancelot ascend towards the skies, gliding toward the foreigners' position. He halted a hundred feet from the battlefield, hovering silently above the ground.
I will not confront you recklessly, he calculated. I will strip away your confidence, measure your strength, and crush you layer by layer.
They stood scattered across rooftops, alleyways, and open ground forming an inescapable web. Every route of escape, every blind spot, every possible counterattack had been accounted for.
The clones moved like shadows, sealing every path of retreat.
Lancelot stood unmoving, rage buried deep within his spirit core—quiet, restrained, and waiting to be unleashed.
A sudden stillness fell over the area.
The wind stopped.
Mausa moved.
The next moment his foot shifted, the ground beneath him exploded.
A clone burst from the earth, fist coated in compressed lightning, striking upward with terrifying speed. Mausa twisted midair, barely avoiding the blow as the shockwave tore the street apart.
"Contact," he barked.
Too late.
Shadows peeled away from walls and rooftops as Lancelot's clones revealed themselves. Blades of condensed electricity formed in their hands, crackling violently as they closed in.
A Mausa drew a breath—only for a clone to appear behind him, fingers pressing lightly against his spine.
Crack.
Lightning detonated point-blank.
The man was launched forward, skidding across the stone road, armor smoking.
"Intresting!" Captain Aisha shouted. "Everyone calm yourself they are just clones we just need to identify the real body and kill him!"
Her order came just in time.
A clone lunged at her from the left. She raised her arm, spirit essence surging from her body to her left hand as a translucent barrier generating heat snapped into place. The lightning blade struck and shattered forcing the clone to recoil.
At that instant, another clone descended from above.
A third from the right.
A fourth from behind.
They attacked in perfect synchronization.