Ipao, Ekiti – Dusk The sky burned crimson, the dying sun casting long shadows as Ogun knelt beside Makx, rifle braced and steady. Below, Falaye’s men prowled restlessly like predators circling the isolated farm compound. Makx growled softly, fur bristling, muscles poised. “It ends tonight,” Ogun murmured. ⸻ Approach They moved fluidly through thick foliage, Continue reading