‘It’s time to make an appearance.’ Inala thought as he swam through the water, breaking out of the pile of corpses in his sinking room as he swerved around large groups of Pranic Beasts.
He only wanted to make a short impression at the last moment possible. Only then would he succeed in his plan.
“Hah…haah!” Wittral gasped for breath as he swallowed a bunch of vials in a hurry to recover his Prana. He had been unleashing large-scale attacks one after another, but despite everything, there was an endless horde of Pranic Beasts.
Had he been in his Empyrean Snapper form at full maturity, the Dralh Sea Minor Crisis wouldn’t have been this much of an issue.
He looked around, noticing the exhaustion of his Cooter Clansmen. Their numbers had dropped down to two hundred now and continued to reduce sharply. Most of the Cooter Clansmen had Iron Grade Natures. So, despite their strength being vastly superior to Free Humans of the same level, they were dropping like flies due to the endless horde.
Honestly, if Wittral hadn’t been there, they would have been annihilated long ago. After all, the strength of a Minor Crisis was enough to wipe out an entire Mammoth Clan Settlement. The same held true for the Cooter Clan too.
‘Is there a way to break out of this stalemate?’ He glared at the Clumped Fingers and then stared at the figure of the Inala puppet in his possession. He slapped her on the cheek a few times, shouting upon seeing her wake up, “Are you able to supply us the Prana you steal?”
“Eh…ah, what is happening…” Inala puppet muttered in confusion before she noticed the approaching blanket of night, “Sandy-Grey Void?”
“I’ll explain later. Can you, or can you not?” Wittral asked in a hurry, “Don’t hide your abilities any longer.”
“I…can.” Inala hesitated for a moment before firming her mind. She landed on the cloud and stared at the Pranic Beasts put at a stalemate by a layer of clouds, “But I can’t reach them like this. My ability only works through physical contact.”
“No need to worry about that,” Wittral said and unleashed his psychokinesis. But unlike the energy streams generated by all creatures when they controlled a Spirit Weapon through psychokinesis, Wittral’s stream of Prana turned tangible.
It coiled around Inala puppet and carried her like a tentacle, bringing her toward a nearby Pranic Beast. Claws formed on her hands as she dug into the Pranic Beast and stole its Prana. Internally, within its lungs, the Empyrean Zinger Scouts gathered the Prana-rich liquid in the Prana Bombs.
Inala puppet grabbed a vial and poured the Prana-rich liquid into it, squirting it from her index finger. She quickly filled up a vial and threw it to Wittral, “It can recover 100 Prana.”
“Awesome!” Wittral absorbed the Prana-rich liquid and was surprised to see it easily dissolve once he activated his Mystic Mist Art, recovering his Prana in a matter of seconds, ‘As I thought. She has a lot of secrets. Her Human Avatar must be more special than she lets on.’
His eyes glowed as Wittral observed his surroundings, sensing the flow of everything as his Prana whip lashed out, very energy-efficient. It coiled around Inala puppet to defend her from Pranic Beast attacks and then whipped the targets.
It even wrapped around a Pranic Beast and tightened its coil like a python to crush it into pulp.
Minor Treasure—Water Flow Sense!
It was embedded in his left eye, but the power of Minor Treasure of Water Flow Sense was applied to both his eyes. It allowed him to understand and comprehend the most complex of water currents in an instant and immediately take advantage of them to raise his powers while dominating the water in his surroundings.
Minor Treasure—Wind Flow Sense.
It was pretty much the same as Water Flow Sense but applied to air. Combined, the two Minor Treasures synergistically allowed Wittral to use the currents of water and air in his surroundings to his advantage better. This way, he expended less Prana to unleash more devastating attacks.
Both these Minor Treasures were created through Cooter Clansmen who failed to become Transcendents. They were typically bestowed upon an Empyrean Snapper upon birth, allowing it to understand the flow of nature better.
As long as the Empyrean Snapper uses them enough, it’ll gradually get accustomed to the process and will be able to instinctively take advantage of its terrain in the future, since the ability would become muscle memory by then.
And right before it takes on its Empyrean Snapper form, the two Minor Treasures would be extracted from its eyes and kept in safety by the Cooter Clan.
When Wittral was born, he similarly received these two Minor Treasures. But to save his life in dangerous situations, considering his value, the Cooter Clan bestowed upon him a third Minor Treasure.
Minor Treasure—Tangible Psychokinesis!
This was something discovered by the Cooter Clan when they raided a budding Free Human Empire in the past to gather Free Humans for their needs. They annihilated the Empire and captured its Free Human citizens as captives, eventually putting them to use as miners, continuing the tradition for thousands of years.
The Minor Treasure of Tangible Psychokinesis gave the energy wave of Prana—used to control a Spirit Weapon—a semi-solid form. It allowed the user to control it like a whip that heeded their every thought, acting as an extension of their Spirit Weapon.
It hardly consumed any Prana and was insanely energy-efficient. When pushed to the brink of danger, Wittral could rely upon it to buy enough time until his body generated more Prana by digesting the vials he downed.
“One more!” Inala puppet shouted and turned around, just about to throw a second vial towards Wittral when suddenly, the battle paused. None were able to move, feeling as if time had come to a stop.
When there were less than two hundred metres left between the Sandy-Grey Void and the ship, a pressure appeared as if the heavens came crashing down.
“Kieeek!”
“Kuaak!”
“Aieeee!”
All Pranic Beasts screeched in fear, dropping to their feet in submission, physically and mentally forced to do so.
“Keuk!” Wittral grunted as his eyes turned beet red. Blood leaked out of it as he glared at a certain figure that appeared beside the Inala puppet at some point in time. A gaze at the target, and Wittral felt like his head spun in response.
“Aargh!” Nurnur and Zakzak clutched their heads in pain while many others were on the verge of fainting. Everyone at the scene unanimously knew who the entity before them was. There only existed one creature on Sumatra Continent that could be this suffocatingly oppressive.
The Boar King!
“Why is a third party present in a game I created with care?” The figure said and grabbed Inala puppet by the neck, causing her body to shrink in response. Following that, he casually chucked it into his mouth, munched twice, and swallowed, commenting, “That’s better.”
“Okay,” He clapped and stared at the Cooter Clansmen and the Pranic Beasts, “We’re approaching the climax. So, I’ll explain the rules.”
Saying so, he took out a Prana Bomb that unleashed the same Prana signature as himself, “This is a Minor Treasure I personally created.”
“The one that wins this fight becomes its owner.” He said and eyed Wittral and the three Clumped Fingers, “Also, once you win, I’ll bring you to safety outside this Sandy-Grey Void. It has expanded to become large enough that only I can cross it.”
“Time is ticking.” Saying so, the figure leaped into the Sandy-Grey Void right as it was about to touch the ship, “The side that annihilates the other becomes the winner and lives. I pronounce the climax,”
“Has begun!”