Ellora City!
Arriving at the prison beneath the City Lord estate was Hanya, in tow with Inala. Arriving at a cell, she threw him inside with force, "This is your home from today onwards."
"You…you'll regret everything." Inala gasped for breath and muttered.
"No longer arrogant, are we?" Hanya grinned and gagged him, preventing him from speaking. His limbs were already mushy. Hence, she nailed them to the floor, making eye contact with Inala to utter softly, "Be patient, alright?"
"We'll be spending a lot of time together from now onwards." Saying so, she erected a sludgy dome around Inala. No third party would be able to enter it, ensuring Inala wouldn't be able to escape too.
She then returned to the living room of the City Lord estate, staring at Gudora to speak, "Inala has been secured now."
"Good work," Gudora retired for the day, taking a nap, "Wake me up in a few hours. I need to prepare for tomorrow's meeting."
"Alright," Hanya nodded and returned to the prison, taking seat on a comfortable cushion as she downed some medicine and circulated her Prana, recovering from her injuries.
From time to time, she observed Inala, smiling upon seeing him remain put in place, 'Good, he's not creating a racket.'
Evening that day, she opened her eyes, having finished her recovery. She entered the cell and stopped before Inala, seeing that he had lost a mild amount of muscle mass, "Empyrean Tusks have a voracious appetite. How does going hungry for a change feel?"
"…" Inala stared at her in silence, not expressing anything.
"You don't need to talk. I have methods to strip information from your mind. But before they arrive," She brought a woman in her twenties who had drowned herself in debt.
"W-What should I do, Lady Hanya?" The woman asked, trembling.
"Bear his child…" Hanya hadn't even finished her sentence when a gust of wind slammed into them, knocking them to the end of the corridor where they slammed hard into the wall.
"You bastard!" Hanya shook her head, experiencing a mild concussion. She hurriedly circulated her Prana to heal the damage and swerved her head to the side, her eyes widening to see the woman was knocked unconscious, bleeding from multiple areas.
"Let's see how much you can resist." Snorting in response, Hanya snapped her finger, causing a couple of guards to escort the woman out. She brought another woman and entered the cell, being sent flying in response once again.
But this time, she observed that the strength behind the wind was a tad weaker, 'Your strength is depleting quickly. It's just a matter of time.'
Her plan was simple. She intended to have a woman bear Inala's seed. If it succeeded, they'll obtain an Empyrean Tusk's progeny. As long as they enslaved the progeny properly, they could use it to farm valuable resources.
An Empyrean Tusk's tusk was renowned across Sumatra as the hardest material. Moreover, it was the vital component necessary to make Storage Lanterns, the primary item sold by the Mammoth Clan.
The Ganrimb Kingdom would be able to develop at a stronger pace as a result.
Hanya didn't mind being sent flying, which was the other aspect of her plan. By showing her intention to make a woman bear Inala's seed, she was making him defend himself. As long as he continued to do so, his strength would be deprived eventually.
That would make it easy for her Intelligence Team to pry open Inala's mind and extract information out of him. They were carefully nurtured with Human Avatars to become experts in the field of the mind.
They regularly used it on the captured Slump Lizards to understand everything that was happening in the region. That was how Ganrimb Kingdom continued to prosper and remained at the top of things.
The Intelligence Team was already waiting at the City Lord estate. But they had zero combat power. Hence, even the gentlest of attacks would be critical towards them. It was why Hanya was making Inala use up all his power.
"Grr!" Inala raged, unable to speak while gagged. He inhaled a large volume of air and exhaled it sharply, sending another woman flying. But this time, the gust of wind only sent the woman flying halfway into the corridor.
It wasn't strong enough to slam her into the wall like the first time. Of course, the woman had barely ten Prana. So, she couldn't endure the impact, falling unconscious in response.
Hanya didn't mind that, since she had more women lying in wait. All of them were unable to pay their debts, having lost everything in gambling houses. Their fate was to be subjected to relentless labour at the mines.
Hence, Hanya could do whatever she pleased with them, promising them a future if they managed to bear Inala's child. It was why those women were desperate.
"Heh," Hanya chuckled upon seeing the gusts of wind weaken after every successive use. 'It's only a matter of time.'
She stared at Inala grunting nonstop, seemingly harnessing all the latent power in him, grinning sadistically, 'Futile struggles.'
Of course, she couldn't be farther away from truth. Inala was simply exercising his acting skills.
In the biome that his stomach had transformed into, an Empyrean Zinger cracked open a Prana Bomb, pouring it onto the stomach muscles. With Inala's activation of Mystic Bone Art, the fluid in the Prana Bomb was digested little by little, causing his Prana to recover.
He was steadily accumulating power but instead showed as if he was desperately holding on. There were plenty of Life Bombs in his biome, enough to make a full recovery and still have excess.
His goal was simply to buy a week's worth of time. By then, the Ganrimb Kingdom would be no more. 'The Millinger Catastrophe would begin shortly.'
The moment he knew what was about to happen, Inala planned accordingly to make Gudora and the rest mistake him to be an Empyrean Tusk. As they couldn't take responsibility for killing an Empyrean Tusk, upon getting clues that the Boar King would return, they would be happy to offer him to the Boar King and receive some benefits in return.
Inala led them on perfectly, making Fhoong Brimgan assume it was his idea when in actually, that idea was simply planted in his mind through the manner in which Inala machined the sequence of events and information delivery.
And as Inala expected, he was imprisoned. Now, he only needed to endure for a week to break free. Hence, he was acting to buy some time, making Hanya thing he was steadily expending all his strength.
Besides, he was curious about the Intelligence Team, 'I never knew of their existence before this. I want to see how good they are.'
Through his Mystic Skill Creator, Inala intended to derive a Skill that allowed him to gain information from his opponents, similar to his Prime Skill of Empyrean Slip but more forceful in nature. It was necessary for his future plans and since the best opportunity presence itself, he took action.
Fhoosh!
A woman was sent flying a few metres, only managing to startle her in response. Upon seeing that, Hanya grinned, snapping her finger as the Intelligence Team entered the prison.