Nusi, frustrated as she was, marched with Wazir, Galad, and King Bai to Dula. On their way, Nusi turned to Wazir. "But there must be some people who have the right to enter or leave this region. You can't be trapped in here forever."

Wazir took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, there is one man, the great king of the equatora, the king of the first floor, king Rainay K. Guguwa. He is the only king in the equatora who has ruled since the beginning. The hurricane will pick him and appoint him as the king of the first floor every year. Some people even say he was born in the hurricane. Whether it's true or not, he's the most powerful man in the equatora and he was the one who signed the law that stops everyone from coming in or out a thousand years ago. He alone has the power to leave and to change that law."

Nusi was pleased with the news and she looked at him with power and authority. "How do I become the queen of the first floor?" She said. "Is there a selection process coming soon? I don't care about where King Rainay was born, I don't care about his strength or his relationship with Ururu, the only thing I care about is finding my brothers."

All three of them stared at her in disbelief. Their mouths were open but they couldn't say anything.

***

Many things had happened when the jinzidal ended. Armad was sold as a slave, Nusi was thrown to another part of the world by the black eyes, and Ikenga ran away after seeing Uznu Ururu.

Armad lived in torture at the hands of Ururu but in the end, he was able to escape. Nusi survived and became queen. Ikenga, on the other hand, appeared in the middle of a desert in the Jairus forest of the fifth world. There was no building or humans around. He was alone in the middle of this nowhere. The wind, the heat, and the sand made him sweat especially since he was already exhausted from his fight against Armad. His pol was replenished by his bloodline magic but there were a lot of physical injuries and fatigue in him.

Shortly after he appeared, two people wearing the black uniform of the jinzidal army appeared behind him.

Ikenga recognized them immediately. They were the other two captains operating under Uznu Ururu. The man had come with three captains to the arena. It appeared the other two weren't far behind.

Ikenga smiled at them like they were old friends. "I know you will not let me go in peace."

One of the two captains placed his hand over his sword. "Your father led a rebellion not too long ago. We still don't know how you escape from the battlefield but this is the end of the line for you, brat. Surrender yourself now. Your opponents are both over a thousand years and you have... what? A hundred? All you can do is surrender."

The other captain who was black with large stone-like cheekbones nodded. "Boy, you must have tried so hard to live. Do not blame anyone but your weakness and laziness. You and your fathers have been born with weak blood in your veins. How dare you stand against Ururu!"

Ikenga sighed. The smile remaining on his face. "This should be fun even if I'm exhausted." He clapped his hands together calling out some spells in Wilburish. Something that caused a green barrier to appear around him. Out of the green light, three people appeared. Two of them looked exactly like Ikenga and even wore the same clothes. There wasn't the smallest difference. The last man Kana was the old man who was seen with Ikenga a few months before the jinzidal.

The two newcomers that looked like Ikenga bumped into him and then disappeared into his body. The green barrier disappeared but Ikenga's pol immediately raised from a hundred to a thousand, and then from one thousand to five thousand years. His hair turned white and then grew longer up to the back of his neck. His skin grew so pale as if he'd been drained of blood. A new calm appeared in him. If you didn't know him very well you wouldn't be able to recognize him at that moment.

The djinn Gal-Iyyu appeared and fell to the ground in obedience.

"Welcome back, King of the world," the djinn said.

The two captains opened their mouths in terror and began to retreat, but then the gray ice of the Great Cold descended upon them. The gray hailstones carrying the power of pol they couldn't comprehend pierced their bones and destroyed their souls. They fell to the ground dead.

Ikenga turned to Gal-Iyyu and the old man Kana. He spoke quietly and gently as if he didn't just destroy two captains with a collective pol of two thousand years.

"Now the world will think we are no more than earthen with just a hundred years. They will think that our pol is no more than that of the Wilberforce boy. And they will not be monitoring our movements. Our mission is successful."

The old man Kana nodded in obedience. "That's it, my lord. I would like to see the face of that boy Armad when he realizes what he fought was just one-third of you but he still couldn't win."

"Armad?" Ikenga asked in thought as if he'd never heard of the name before, "Ah... that's his name."