Leaving behind one body to suppress Hanya, Gudora rushed out, retaining the power of his remaining seven bodies. With a flash of his hand, the region transformed into a crystal castle, giving him a terrain advantage.
Inala’s legs began to be covered by a layer of crystal that was slowly creeping its way up. And the longer he remained in this terrain, the faster this crystal grew over his body.
Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!
Inala flexed his toes, creating enough power to shatter the crystal layer covering him. His sudden display of overwhelming power shocked Gudora.
Staring at the cracks that formed on the crystal-covered ground as Inala walked, he realised how heavy Inala was, asking, “Are you really a Mammoth Clansman?”
“Are you seriously asking it now?” Inala snorted, “You shouldn’t have attacked me in the first place.”
“That so?” Gudora created a crystal hammer and slammed into Inala, grunting upon seeing the latter defend it without flinching, ‘I’m using the strength by stacking seven bodies. He’s withstanding it without trouble?’
There was a qualitative difference between the Natures of Pranic Beasts at different Grades. Inala’s Internal Inertial Gravity was a Gold Grade Pranic Beast’s Primary Nature. It was the strongest power under the Mystic Grade.
It was why the moment Inala activated it, he could go against Gudora. After all, the latter’s Primary Nature was only Silver Grade.
Of course, this was only in terms of physical might. In terms of sheer ability, Gudora vastly outclassed Inala, since he was currently stacking seven bodies of himself into one. Meaning, his Primary Nature’s effectiveness was reinforced seven times.
‘I should change my attack.’ Thinking as such, Gudora unleashed a mist, causing everything touched by it to transform into a crystal.
Inala created two Prana Bombs and activated his Mystic Bone Art, combining them into one before transforming them into a large fan. Through his Secondary Nature, he raised its density, allowing him to unleash a lot of force through it. 𝗈𝗏𝑙xt.𝗇et
As he waved the fan, a fierce gust of wind was generated, sending the mist flying back at Gudora, preventing it from approaching anywhere close to him. Moreover, he directed the mist at Hanya, causing a layer of crystal to form on her body, immobilising her.
Gudora hurriedly retracted his power to ensure no harm was done to her.
Honestly, if he were facing Inala alone, he would have subdued the latter by now. But every time he attacked, his senses were stolen, preventing him from controlling his attacks to target Inala accurately.
And to escape from the ability, he had to switch bodies, which took a moment. And when he does so, he couldn’t attack, allowing Inala to counterattack. This was all because of Asaeya.
Besides, even after changing his body, Gudora would still fall victim to her power, as she only had to activate it once again to steal his senses.
With Hanya no longer keeping her engaged, Asaeya had more than enough leeway to accurately target them.
Hanya was repeatedly switching her bodies in an effort to free herself from the loss of her senses. But Asaeya accurately timed her attacks, placing Hanya under the effects right after she switched a body. It was why Hanya was incapacitated and couldn’t rejoin the battle.
“Surrender, Gudora.” Inala said, using three Prana Bombs to create a hammer, “The next attack wouldn’t be pretty.”
By now, the Empyrean Zingers had taken position, ready to bombard Gudora with a rain of Prana Bombs. They unleashed their presence simultaneously, stacking everything into a singular whole, pressuring even Gudora, causing him to grunt in response.
“We have no reason to be enemies. So, why don’t we stop this farce?” Inala asked.
“Farce?” Gudora snorted, “There has been a disturbance in the Red-Draft River since the day you appeared in my Kingdom. As a result, the disaster we face once a century suddenly grew many times stronger.”
“Red-Draft River?” Inala blurted in shock, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Isn’t the river in this region called the Angan River?” Inala was confused. Based on all the information he had obtained till now, he confirmed that the river passing through the Ganrimb Kingdom was called the Angan River.
He had never heard about it before, but considering how Sumatra Chronicles only recounted the places in a small region of the Sumatra Continent, he didn’t consider something to be amiss.
“It was originally called the Red-Draft River before we renamed it the Angan River.” Gudora said, expressing confusion, “Only the royalty ought to know its previous name. So, the fact that you recognise the name means you’re involved.”
‘They renamed it?’ Inala’s face paled in response. All the gears in his brain whirred in a hurry, recalling everything he knew about Sumatra Chronicles. ‘A disaster that strikes once a century, rapid depletion of the water before its arrival, and this happens in the Red-Draft River.’
“The Millinger Catastrophe…” Inala now understood what was happening, ‘It’s not that the Ganrimb Kingdom remained secluded and managed to not be detected by the Empyrean Tusk herd in Sumatra Chronicles. Red-Draft River comes within the herd’s route. The fact that the Ganrimb Kingdom never appeared despite that is apparent enough.’
He stared at Gudora, ‘They’re annihilated in the upcoming days.’
“Kieek!”
“Kuaak!”
Suddenly, incessant shrieks resounded from the Empyrean Zingers placed throughout Ellora City. ‘Damn! This is the worst timing.’
“Die!” Inala growled and combusted half his Prana reserves, condensing them all in his right leg as its density increased to the extreme. He lifted his right leg and slammed into the crystal floor with force, causing an earthquake.
“You’re mad!” Gudora shrieked in a fluster as he erected multiple pillars throughout the region, propping up the falling ceilings of the nearby houses. Screams resounded as many people were alarmed by the collapsing houses.
The earthquake travelled for more than a hundred metres, causing all the walls there to collapse in response. If not for Gudora’s prompt response in erecting pillars to prop up the ceilings, many people would have been squished.
Dust billowed throughout Inala’s house as he lifted his leg and stared at the tunnel entrance that was revealed at its bottom. This led straight to the store room where he had stored all his Prana Bombs and excess Life Bombs.
Stage 1—Jaw!
Transforming his jaw into an Empyrean Zinger’s, Inala opened his mouth wide, watching miniature Empyrean Zingers leap from the tunnel and throw miniature Prana Bombs into his mouth. They were rapidly emptying the store room, pouring everything into his stomach.
Inala consumed Prana voraciously and transformed his stomach into a biome, allowing for the storage of all the Prana Bombs.
In the meantime, controlling his Four Storey Storage Lantern and Sumatra Zinger like they were Spirit Weapons, Inala placed them in Asaeya’s custody, informing her through his Bone Slip in her possession.
[Run! Now!]