Four Empyrean Zinger Scouts hovered at the farther end of Inala’s Spirit Weapon range, controlled through his psychokinesis. They kept an eye on the corridors as Inala ran through the maze-like interior of the ship.
Soon, he arrived at the lowermost floor and entered a room at the corner. He spent a few seconds to map out the path to the upper floor, intending to promptly flee through it.
Following that, he focused, causing his Spirit Container to merge into his heart as all the Prana in his reserves flooded his bloodstream.
988 Prana!
That was his current reserve, built thanks to the consumption of a bunch of Elixirs. Even though his Empyrean Zinger body was lacking in development, he had strengthened his Spirit Container enough to withstand this amount of Prana.
Strength surged through his body when such a copious sum of Prana coursed through his bloodstream, circulating rapidly once he activated his Prana Blood Skill. Inala then closed his eyes and focused on his palm, gathering a hundred Prana into it as sweat covered his forehead. He focused and condensed a certain object that glimmered with a suffocating level of power.
Appearing on his palm was a Prana Bomb jet-black in colour, appearing the same size as a regular Prana Bomb, but was heavy. Small holes formed on it and generated a terrifying suction force, generating winds in the corridor as a large volume of air was sucked into it and pressurised.
Space within wasn’t bent. Instead, the sheer gravitational force attracted a dangerous volume of air and compressed it to the limit, almost causing it to appear solid. If the temperature within were to drop, it would instantly condense into a solid.
It remained air due to the large volumes of kinetic energy contained in the compressed air.
Right as it finished charging up, taking barely three seconds to do so, Inala threw it onto the room’s wall, watching it stick there. He then turned around and bolted at his fastest speed, activating it right as he neared the end of his Spirit Weapon range.
Prime Skill—Gravity Bomb!
By employing the Mudropper’s data, Inala derived this Prime Skill that seamlessly assimilated the effects of his Prana Bomb and Internal Inertial Gravity into a stable, practical ability.
“Argh!” He sprinted through the flight of stairs upon feeling a spike in Prana behind him. There was silence for an instant before a thunderous bang resounded through the area, causing shockwaves to tremor through the walls of the ship.
The walls of the ship were at least a metre thick, carefully refined and crafted by the Cooter Clan to withstand the fierce attacks from Pranic Beasts in the Dralh Sea. Now, on the wall where Inala stuck the Gravity Bomb was a gaping, two-metre-wide hole, causing the high-pressure water from the sea to flood inside.
As air was compressed to the limit within the Gravity Bomb, Prana was consumed every second to maintain it. Hence, the longer Inala waited to activate it, the greater the amount of Prana in it was consumed. Meaning, the weaker the resulting explosion.
After all, at the moment of explosion, gravity within it would be reversed, causing air to expand with such force it produced a powerful bang.
Moreover, he could only activate it when it was within his Spirit Weapon range. Otherwise, the Gravity Bomb would simply maintain the gravitational field in it until it ran out of Prana, following which, the compressed air would gush out of it.
It would simply generate a whistling sound as air leaks out of the Gravity Bomb through hundreds of holes, becoming a dud.
Hence, it was a dangerous ability that could only be activated in close quarters. But it was indeed perfect for blowing things up.
He was only able to develop a Gravity Bomb that could be controlled like a Spirit Weapon. In the future, he planned to upgrade it into a time bomb, landmine, etc. He was still lacking in data to develop it in that direction.
Water gushed into the ship, causing it to begin sinking little by little. And flooding in with the water were Iron Grade Pranic Beasts with small bodies. They rushed inside and spread throughout the ship’s interior.
Inala continued to run up the floors, setting Gravity Bombs at opportune locations, causing water and Pranic Beasts to flood inside, filling up the floors.
Soon, he reached the topmost floor, staring at a group of Pranic Beasts in his way. They had sauntered in from the deck. His eyes observed them, tallying their strength, ‘Four Beginner Iron Grade, six Intermediate Iron Grade, and one Advance Iron Grade.’
“Kic-kac-kic-kaac!” The closest Iron Grade Pranic Beast let out sharp-pitched cries similar to a dolphin and rushed at him, activating its Primary Nature that caused salt to build on his body, intending to constrict his movements. But an instant later, it screamed in pain, as its Prana was being absorbed through its ability.
With the Prana Bomb armour covering his body, Inala didn’t have to worry about defence. He created four Prana Bombs and morphed them into Prana Hands. His body turned lithe as he leapt to the ceiling and ran as if it were flat ground.
His shoes used the Prana Bomb’s ability to stick onto surfaces. He activated and deactivated them accordingly as he set foot. And with the aid of Internal Inertial Gravity, he was unaffected while moving topsy-turvy.
As he crossed the group of Pranic Beasts, his four Prana Hands grabbed them by their heads and dragged them forcefully, slamming them into the rest of the group. Screams resounded as the Prana Hands changed targets, absorbing Prana every time they remained in contact.
He dropped down from the ceiling, increasing his weight to the limit as he crushed the body of a Pranic Beast upon landing on it. With a kick, he splattered the head of another and twirled, slamming the group on the wall.
Their bodies trembled in pain as the Prana Hands latched onto them and absorbed their Prana. Inala paused as he stared at their stunned figures and patiently waited while his Prana reserves steadily recovered.
After using the Prana Blood Skill, he was able to absorb two to three Prana per second through a Prana Hand. With four of them, he needed less than two minutes to reach full capacity.
Following that, he killed them and dragged their corpses into a nearby room and filled it. Inala entered the pile of corpses and sat in the centre, waiting for the perfect moment to make his appearance.
Wittral had his puppet version. So, since he was keeping an eye on her, he would never expect an enemy to be in their midst, orchestrating this entire situation.
Pranic Beasts that entered the ship from the deck ran past this room that was close to the entrance. Upon seeing the pile of corpses and failing to find anyone alive, they rushed past, finding vacant rooms to occupy.
They wanted to run away from the expanding Sandy-Grey Void. The ship was the farthest from it. Therefore, they would be able to survive the longest while remaining here.
Soon, the number of Pranic Beasts entering the ship increased as they widened the holes Inala had blasted open and flooded inside. They fought for space in the ship, creating another bloody battle.
Soon, some entered Inala’s room, fighting for the space there, all while unaware of his figure seated amidst the pile.
“How…did this happen?” Wittral swam through one of the flooded lower floors and approached the section of the wall that had been blasted, ‘Which Pranic Beast has such brute power?’
[Let’s head to the deck!]
Through the Water Slip Skill, Wittral communicated with the rest of the Cooter Clansmen he led, making their way to the deck of the sinking ship while he forged a path ahead.