Of course, even if the Boar King succeeds, the Clansmen would only give birth to Empyrean Boars and not Empyrean Boar Kings.
The natural birth of a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast was impossible. The limit of a natural birth was the Gold Grade.
If an Empyrean Boar wishes to reach the Mystic Grade, it would have to follow Brangara’s route. But why would someone that experienced his race’s annihilation give way to another tragedy? He wouldn’t ever reveal the method to reach Mystic Grade. 𝑶𝚟𝓵xt.𝗰𝒐𝑚
Besides, even if an Empyrean Boar were to swallow all its brethren, it still needed to harness a Bolt of Transcendence.
That will only happen when someone becomes a Transcendent nearby. Otherwise, the energy storm of Transcendence would never form.
Therefore, the chances of an Empyrean Boar becoming another Empyrean Boar King were next to nil.
The reason Inala was excited instead of feeling pressured was simple. Until now, the Boar King was like a wild card, roaming throughout Sumatra Continent as he hunted prey. He could go anywhere he pleased without facing any repercussions.
But now, he would have returned home to Varahan Enclave in preparation for creating his Clansmen. History had changed drastically indeed, but it was in Inala’s favour.
The Boar King wouldn’t leave Varahan Enclave until another Empyrean Boar was born. Therefore, he wouldn’t be available to interfere in any grand plans Inala makes in the future.
That wasn’t all.
Thanks to the memories of Brangara that he had obtained, Inala knew the entire layout of Varahan Enclave like the back of his hand. Therefore, he could scheme against it.
There was no place safer than Varahan Enclave in Sumatra Continent according to the Boar King, since it was an Enclave and also his home. The conditions naturally suited the birth and growth of Empyrean Boars.
It was the perfect place to raise his Clansmen. Therefore, the Boar King wouldn’t pick any other place.
And once Empyrean Boars start to appear, he would be rooted to the place, protecting his young brethren and caring for them to ensure they developed mentally without consuming any Pranic Beasts.
That meant the unfettered Boar King had a weakness—his brethren. His actions would be limited to the region surrounding his home.
Moreover, due to the traumatic incident of his past, the Boar King wouldn’t be inclined to leave the place at least until enough Empyrean Boars had reached maturity while retaining their intelligence.
Inala could target them and place traps throughout Varahan Enclave for the Boar King to stumble upon. The moment the Boar King moves to target the Empyrean Tusks, Inala would attack the Empyrean Boars with a swarm of Empyrean Zingers.
The Empyrean Boars would be a great source of Prana and Lifeforce to birth more Empyrean Zinger Kings and Queens.
Inala gently patted the Empyrean Zinger Queen, smiling, “You’re doing well to raise your numbers. Continue doing so. In the future, once the Mudropper lays down an egg, steal it. We’ll have a Mammoth Clansman fuse with it and use that power to create a region solely for Empyrean Zingers.”
“Kieek!”
All he had to do was screech in the Empyrean Zinger tongue once to transmit all his thoughts to the Empyrean Zinger Queen. She was growing well.
Currently, they had perched themselves atop the mountain walls surrounding the Rooster Tribe. They developed while remaining hidden in their miniature forms.
After talking to them a bit, Inala sent them away. Once their numbers had reached a sufficient level, he could truly begin to scheme against the Boar King.
As there existed an Empyrean Zinger Queen, they could develop without his intervention or help. Of course, the ones birthed by the Empyrean Zinger Queen only possessed one Nature.
Only the ones created out of his Life Bomb were the Mutated Empyrean Zingers. The rest were simply Empyrean Zingers.
The difference between them and the regular Zingers of Dieng Canyon was their Grades—Silver and Iron respectively. Empyrean Zingers possessed a larger, stronger body, could glide longer and faster, and possessed a greater Prana reserve.
The Mutated Empyrean Zingers he creates could use Mystic Bone Art, but the ones created by the Queen weren’t capable of the same. Moreover, when he touched the Empyrean Zingers birthed by the Queen, he couldn’t read their memories.
They were also incapable of taking on miniature forms. It seemed only the Mutated Empyrean Zingers he created personally conformed to his rules. The rest were simply Empyrean Zingers.
Due to the King and Queen’s presence, they didn’t attack Inala. But in their absence, they would treat him no different from an outsider. After all, they were simply regular Empyrean Zingers.
There were some limitations, but it didn’t matter in the end. As long as there existed a King and Queen among a group of Empyrean Zingers, the entire nest would heed his orders, since their rulers were part of his immune system.
Inala sent them away and retired for the day. He woke up in the evening and resumed his carving work alongside Asaeya. For an entire week, it was a nonstop grind.
The following day, Inala sneaked into Ellora City and spied upon the people there, gathering some more information. Accordingly, he and Asaeya practiced their characters and perfected their disguise. They also worked on their accent to conform more to the culture of the place.
It wasn’t perfect, but they could act to the extent they weren’t suspected.
As for their weapons, Asaeya carved them out of some iron she mined from the river. The exterior was iron while the interior was bone.
They were controlling the bone but made it seem as if they were controlling the piece of iron. After creating a bunch of Spirit Weapons, they were almost done with their preparations.
Inala then dismantled their home, using some of the pieces to fill the insides of a wooden cart he carved. The remaining was chucked into the Sandy-Grey Void, erasing all traces.
The cart was loaded with all the wood sculptures they had carved. The bone within the cart was simply to allow ease of pulling it forward with the aid of psychokinesis. Moreover, it served as an emergency ration of bone to create Spirit Weapons.
There finally was the rocket that he had painstakingly created using his organs. Inala refined it and began to shrink its size, making it a miniature form of its original. He optimised the layout of the internal organs inside and created a hand-sized instrument with a long barrel.
“That’s a funny design.” Asaeya commented, “What does it do?”
“This?” Inala tapped the barrel and watched it suck in air through the nozzle. Ten minutes later, he pointed it at a tree and loaded a miniature Prana Bomb in the barrel, “This is a weapon perfected to kill.”
There was no mechanical trigger as it only needed a thought from him to activate. With his thought as the trigger, air gushed out of the barrel at terrifying pressures, sending the miniature Prana Bomb spiralling at speeds surpassing the sound barrier.
The Prana Bomb pierced through the closest tree, creating a hole an exact size of itself. It had high penetration power. With every tree it passed through, the size of the hole increased as more of its momentum was being transferred into the tree trunk.
After about a dozen trees, it slammed into one and caused its trunk to shatter, splattering wood splinters everywhere. Inala approached it and fished out the Prana Bomb, observing that it sported a mild dent, “This’ll do.”
He patted the instrument and commented, “This is my trump card.”
“I’ll call it,” He stared at it and laughed, “The Sumatra Zinger.”