[I’m Here!]
Wandering at a location far away from the Dralh Sea, but still within the 10,000-kilometre range was a certain Boar King. Followed by a flash, a group of Silver Grade Pranic Beasts became his morsel.
“Again?” He stopped upon hearing the shout, knowing that it was Gannala’s voice. “It has been five years since then. Her voice shouldn’t sound like a newborn anymore…”
“Is it that bastard?” The Boar King thought of the first time he fell victim to a trap. He lost some lifeforce to the trap, the first time such a thing happened to him. Hence, he paid special attention, knowing very well that this too was a trap.
‘I had to consume a Zinger Queen and use her power to recover my lost lifeforce. It’s a waste of time making repeated trips to the Dieng Canyon.’ He thought. After his action, the number of Zinger Queens at the Dieng Canyon dropped to two.
The remaining two Zinger Queens had already birthed a third queen, but things had yet to stabilise at the Dieng Canyon. After all, that was where the Boar King fought against 44 Empyrean Tusks, devastating large swathes of the canyon region.
Currently, the Zingers were capturing Iron Grade Pranic Beasts with the ability to shape earth like the Mud Vipers and using them to restore the destroyed terrain.
If the Boar King were to kill one more Zinger Queen, the Dieng Canyon’s Zinger society would collapse, ‘That’ll cause a lot of headaches down the line.’
The Dieng Canyon was a melting pot of sorts, a node connecting lots of routes that traverse Sumatra Continent. The Zingers made travelling through this route difficult. If not for that, there would be too much traffic passing through the region, creating problems.
Fragile Pranic Beast colonies would be destroyed when stronger Pranic Beast races travel in large groups.
The best example was Shock Lizards. They lived in small, pocket-sized terrains, situated in the nooks and crannies between large, but weak Pranic Beast groups. They typically lived by instigating two conflicting groups and scavenging upon the corpses.
But if there was a mass migration, causing a stronger group to settle down, they would simply devour the surrounding weaker groups. With a lack of conflict, the Shock Lizards would no longer have corpses to scavenge upon.
They would be forced into extinction soon after. And the Boar King didn’t want that, since the Primary Nature of the Shock Lizard was something he loved to use. Iron Grade Nature it might be, but it went perfectly well with his Astral Chart, since it could be stacked without issues, being an energy-based ability.
lightsΝοvel There were many such creatures whose abilities he typically used during his hunts. Hence, he wanted to ensure such Pranic Beast colonies weren’t annihilated.
“Do I check it out or not?” The boar king thought as he heard Gannala’s baby voice nonstop. In the end, he shook his head and continued about his business, “I need to find more Sumatra Gold.”
“I can’t afford to waste time here when I can instead spend it on my family.”
Dralh Sea!
The captain of the ship observed alertly as the ship began to accelerate in speed, intending to avoid the wave by swerving around it.
“Captain, it’s coming from the other side too.” A Cooter Clansman shouted upon observing another black line form over the horizon.
“Hmm…” The captain thought as a body split off from him and landed on the cloud he produced. The cloud then proceeded to an altitude of 720 metres, the maximum Spirit Weapon range at the 4-Life Stage.
After sending a body, the captain was at the 4-Life Stage, hence his Spirit Weapon range was reduced from 780 metres to 720 metres. His separated body gazed from an altitude of 720 metres, observing the wave of Pranic Beasts form a semi-circular line, about to hit them from the front.
‘We aren’t fast enough to outpace them even if we reverse at full speed.’ He thought, unable to understand as he identified the Pranic Beast races part of the wave, ‘Why is there such a sudden wave of Pranic Beasts? Did something happen at their homes?’
“Defensive manoeuvre! Hurry!” The captain said and hurriedly approached Wittral, addressing the figures of Nurnur and Zakzak at his side, “The two of you, take Wittral and flee towards Fral Island.”
“Things will get messy real soon.”
“I’ll contribute.” Wittral didn’t bat an eye, speaking without hesitation, “With my power, we’ll have an easier time defending the ship…”
“Stop it!” The captain shouted as he grabbed Wittral by the shoulder, “You’re a thousand times more important than the rest of us. Your safety is of tantamount importance. This isn’t a simple wave. So, get going.”
He nodded at Nurnur, urging her to take action, “Flee away with him, now!”
“Don’t try to,” Wittral glared at Nurnur when she touched him, intending to carry him away to Fral Island, “I’m staying here.”
“Besides,” He stared to the side and pointed at the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts gradually approaching the ship, “Look at them getting stressed out.”
“It seems they are communicating with the Pranic Beasts in the wave to learn about the cause. So, I’ll be putting my life at risk by heading to the Fral Island.” Wittral analysed, “It’s better to stay here with my people. This ship is robust enough to withstand the wave.”
“Alright, do as you see fit. But your life takes priority. Don’t take it for granted.” Leaving behind a word of caution, the captain rushed to the rest of his crew and began to mobilise them all for battle.
The number of clouds covering the ship increased in number as they steadily absorbed the steam radiating from the Dralh Sea to grow in size. Ten seconds later, they had erected a hundred-metre-wide barrier of cloud around the ship.
The Pranic Beast wave soon approached the ship. At the forefront were Iron Grade Pranic Beasts that seemed to have lost their minds. Insane, they charged right into the barrier of clouds and had their bodies shredded apart.
But more of them joined the death fest, using their bodies to consume through the cloudy barrier. They were simply charging forth, blindly, in large numbers. From three sides, waves of Pranic Beasts slammed into the ship, causing it to tremor.
There was chaos, as the Pranic Beasts from each side intended to proceed in their respective direction. But all of them met at the centre and collided into each other, creating chaos.
Lying in the coffin hidden within the bed in an enclosed room, Inala felt the tremors course through the ship. Suddenly, he felt breathless, sensing a spike in fear from a certain direction. This was vastly more overwhelming than what his Boar King puppet generated, ‘The real deal is nearby.’
‘Do I? Or do I not?’ Inala had plans for both situations. Even though inviting the Boar King here would drastically increase the risks, doing so would cement his success. A short few seconds of hesitation later, he decided after completing his calculation, ‘Since he’s at the Body Stage, it would take him around five days to arrive here. Perfect!’
‘I’ll be done in a day. I can use the remaining time to make a great trap for him.’ With that, he took action immediately, taking out a second puppet with baby Gannala’s voice and activated it. In response, a straightforward taunt resounded.
[If you’re truly the son of a pig, come here. Let’s chat, Brangara. If you don’t…heh, heh! I have something with me that’ll make you cry from painful nostalgia.]