“It’s as if the world is at your beck and call.”
Hearing Inala’s statement greatly improved Wittral’s mood. On the side, Nurnur grinned smugly, barely able to conceal her pride.
‘Our Deity is amazing enough that it’s impossible to mask their deific nature.’ Nurnur chuckled softly, “Well, Wittral is slightly special as a Mammoth Clansman.”
“Hahaha, you have a way with words unlike anyone I have ever met.” Wittral laughed as he patted his thigh, “Alright, I’ll bring you as many Influence Easing Elixirs as you want. In return, you must tell me more about the outside world.”
“It’s a deal then.” Inala grinned, “My merchant house has trade deals with many human Kingdoms. So, I know a lot of things that happen in our region.”
“I look forward to hearing it then.” Wittral nodded and got up once he observed that Inala had finished healing fully, “I’ll return shortly after.”
“I can help if there’s anything you want from my side,” Inala said and got up, “I’m skilled in a variety of areas.”
“That’s not necessary,” Wittral smiled and announced, “You’ll be treated as a guest of my Cooter Clan. So, don’t worry and just enjoy the sights.”
“This place has a breathtaking view during the night.”
“Okay,” Inala nodded and watched Wittral and Nurnur leave to deal with the Pranic Beasts swarming their island. Well, the stationed Cooter Clansmen were more than enough for that.
Wittral intended to head deeper into the water to fight strong Silver Grade Pranic Beasts as part of his daily training curriculum.
Exiting the house, Inala arrived at the edge and stared at Dralh Sea, observing three dots gazing at him from six kilometres away, “Took you long enough to arrive.”
Mystic Bone Art—Water Sprint!
This was the Skill he created by conceptualising his training sessions, allowing him to run on water at breakneck speeds. With spectacular agility, he travelled the distance between Leh Island and Fral Island in less than a day.
After all, unlike if he travelled in the Sumatra Ship where it was necessary to tank the attacks from Pranic Beasts, he was at full sprint now. And if any Pranic Beast intended to attack him, he would simply leap away.
Four Empyrean Zinger Scouts in miniature form revolved around him, keeping watch of his surroundings. They alerted him of possible dangers, preventing him from being caught in a conflict by any Pranic Beast.
They shot Prana Bombs into the Pranic Beasts that dared come close. With its Prana getting sucked, the Pranic Beast would be in a state of fluster. By the time it recovers, Inala would be long gone.
With Prana being supplied to him steadily through the biome in his stomach, Inala didn’t have to worry about Prana expenditure, hence capable of going at top speed for extended durations.
It was why the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were unable to catch up. After all, unlike him, they couldn’t make a beeline through the water, oftentimes having had to confront Pranic Beasts whose territories they barged into.
Inala purposely led them through such a path, ensuring they wouldn’t catch up to him.
‘Seems their tracking skills are spectacular.’ He thought, observing the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts catch up to him despite being separated by a few hours of travel.
Since they were Gold Grade Pranic Beasts, they were extremely smart. But oftentimes, emotions trumped logic. And Inala’s taunting did exactly that.
No one had ever taunted a Gold Grade Pranic Beast. So, the first time someone did that, they were unable to take it lying down and hence pursued him.
But right as they arrived, they noticed Wittral jumping into the water, becoming terrified immediately.
After all, they could feel it, brimming out of Wittral was an overbearing presence that could only come out from an entity that stood at the peak of the Sumatra Continent.
Seeing the Dralh Sea in his vicinity react to his actions and embrace him, the three Pranic Beasts realised his identity. Only an Empyrean Snapper was so domineering.
Even though Wittral was young, his Nature was one of the strongest to exist on Sumatra Continent. At least one of the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts would die in the battle if they were to fight him. And in the off chance they kill him, the Cooter Clan would pursue them to the ends of the continent like rabid dogs.
It just wasn’t worth it. Hence, upon seeing Inala enter the territory governed by an Empyrean Snapper, the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts decided to retreat. Of course, Inala didn’t want that, for he planned to use them.
[Curses!]
[This human is going too far!]
[Kill him! Kill her! Kill it!]
Inala made poses similar to yoga, making distinct characters using his limbs. He was mimicking the language used by the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts to communicate with one another.
Many Pranic Beasts around Leh Island were influenced by these three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts. And a good number of them were linked to the three in terms of genetic closeness. All these Pranic Beasts too used the same language.
Silver Grade Pranic Beasts had intelligence on par with humans, while Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were superior. Hence, creating a mode of communication wasn’t all that spectacular.
Inala killed a bunch of Pranic Beasts practicing this language, extracting the necessary data from them. It was precisely what he had used to speak to them before when he taunted them.
And now, he was employing the same in written form. The written form was seldom used other than to mark territories, but it still was actively practiced. The structure was empirical at best and was typically inscribed using a Spirit Weapon.
His figure made poses, knowing very well that the eyesight of the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts was good enough to make out his form clearly. And the message he was sending them angered them, for it was purposely offensive.
[See this Empyrean Snapper? He’s called Wittral, my beloved. We’re planning to have a child soon. And to boost his mating drive, I promised him to cook your testicles. Keep them clean, okay?]
Right after conveying this statement, Inala flashed a flying kiss in their direction, grinning upon seeing the sea around the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts bubble intensely, displaying their anger.
‘Okay, they’ll never leave this place now.’ Grinning at the thought, Inala stretched his limbs and returned to the stone house. He patted the grass bed and fell asleep, dead tired after the intense sprint.
He slept like a log, unconcerned about whatever the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were about to do. That was Wittral’s headache, not his.
‘Let them take out each other.’ Inala was deep asleep, not in the least guarded as this place was safe. No Pranic Beast would be able to get this high up the mountain before being gunned down by the Cooter Clansmen.
Including Wittral, there were nineteen of them in total at Fral Island. Sixteen were at the Body Stage while two were at the 6-Life Stage. Adding onto Wittral, an Empyrean Snapper, this was a sizeable force.
lightsΝοvεl ?οm With the Cooter Clan’s defensive arrangements, it would be hard for Fral Island to be breached.
Three hours later, Wittral returned, significantly injured. But his injuries healed in a matter of seconds as for a moment, he glared at the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts that had revealed their presence and were actively inviting him for a battle.
“Hmph!” He snorted in disdain as he casually scaled up the mountain, soon returning to his favourite spot and entered the stone house. Staring at the lady who slept on the grass bed without a single concern, he let out a smile subconsciously, ‘I want to know more about the world beyond.’
He gently tapped her awake, asking once she got up, “Let’s continue the chat from before, Inala.”