"You won't be getting anything like that," Yarsha Zahara growled and strengthened her control over Grehha, "You'll do what I want without any resistance."
"Well…" Grehha laughed upon hearing her response, "Make me."
'The fuck?' Yarsha Zahara almost despaired upon hearing the words, feeling like it was a repeat of her situation with Yennda.
'I guess there's no other choice.' She grunted and exercised her will to the extreme, making Grehha spam Empyrean Incubators until he had expended all Prana. With a touch of her kite-shaped Spirit Weapon, she gained control over all the Empyrean Incubators and stored them in her Minor Treasure of Lunchbox.
Following that, she brought out a tough rope made using the tendons of a Centinger and tied up Grehha, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to break free, 'This way, I only need to focus on controlling Yennda. Even if my control over Grehha is at its minimum, he wouldn't be able to break free from this bind. I only need to ensure he's breathing.'
'That's impressive from his side.' Yennda thought in praise, 'With one action, he forced Yarsha to consider Grehha as merely a source of production for Empyrean Incubators. This way, she wouldn't be able to force him to participate in her research.'
If she were to exercise her will, even Grehha wouldn't be able to resist. He would only have to reveal all his abilities and assist her growth. Hence, he pressured her and ended up getting tied.
This way, while she treated him as a production point for Empyrean Incubators, Grehha would be able to avoid revealing any of his abilities. It was the best solution for the situation.
'He's a Yarsha Zahara fanatic, but only towards her.' Yennda understood Grehha's psyche, 'If the one profiting from his abilities was Yarsha alone, then Grehha would have been more than happy to assist her wholeheartedly. But since the Wean Clan too would benefit, he has zero inclination to help their side.'
In a sense, Grehha carried the Mammoth Clan's superiority complex against all other races. After all, he considered himself to be a Mammoth Clansman from the very beginning. And in terms of treatment, he had been treated the best to date.
Moreover, once Grehha learnt the truth that he was born on Sumatra and his experience on Earth was thanks to Renduldu transmigrating his soul to Earth, he considered the Mammoth Clan his home.
Well, he already considered it as his home long before. The truth simply cemented his thoughts. As a result, Grehha had no intentions of revealing the Mammoth Clan's secrets, even to Yarsha Zahara. He was smitten with her but not her current disposition—which was to live as the Celestial Boar's wife.
It was why he took action systematically. The moment he was revived, he stole an ovum from Yarsha Zahara, placed his sperm in it, and enveloped it in an Empyrean Incubator. Now that the ovum had been fertilised, it would begin to grow a baby as long as the Empyrean Incubator was supplied with Prana.
As Gannala will take care of that, it was just a matter of time before the baby was born. Now, even if Yarsha Zahara were to find out the truth about the Mystic Paths, it wouldn't matter.
She needs to find a Free Human woman and force Grehha to mate with her, the traditional way. It would be a step behind in the race.
After all, the first child of a Mystic Path inherits the Mystic Path. Grehha's child in the custody of Gannala will be born first. And the moment it happens, the Green Mystic Path will be transferred to her.
This will cause the second child—borne by the Free Human woman—to be born as stillborn. After all, a Mystic Path could only have one child. This was a rule that couldn't be overcome unless Grehha was at the Mystic Grade.
His second action was to ensure Yarsha Zahara wouldn't be able to make him work for her. He succeeded in that immediately. This meant that whatever she wanted to achieve through the Empyrean Incubators was something she had to research and develop on her own.
Moreover, she had to do this while setting aside a portion of her mind to control Yennda and Grehha. Irrespective of how intelligent she was, Yarsha Zahara was stretching herself thin here.
Research and development necessary for the Varahan Empire, keeping the two Mystic Paths under her control, constantly conceptualising methods to discover and counter Gannala, managing the Wean Clan, etc.
She had too much on her plate, as Brangara wasn't good at such stuff. 'Hence, no matter how exceptionally smart she is, she's bound to slip up at some point in time. That's when we strike.'
Yennda revealed a faint smile as he performed the task he was assigned to. In the laboratory situated deep within the Varahan Kingdom's palace, the minds of the trio churned rapidly, thinking related to their benefit.
…
Traversing back in time a bit, reverting to the scene where Brangara was fighting against the Cooter Clan and unleashed a pillar of light into the sky when he employed his true strength, three existences had taken action in response.
First was Boul Brimgan, second was the Raikk, the Gold Grade Pranic Beast that worked for Orakha, and finally, the third entity was someone accumulating strength in a planet situated deep underground, with one of the routes leading from it being the Abyss Fall.
Seated a bit farther to the Biome Lattice and absorbing Prana was none other than the Royal Zinger—Inala.
'Judging by the proximity of the presence, it seems Brangara is targeting the Empyrean Snappers at the Dralh Sea.' He figured out Brangara's intentions immediately, 'It makes sense since he used all his Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity at the Second Major Disaster.'
Inala only had information about the base the Mammoth Clan had built under the Brimgan Empire, because he was living there until the Second Major Disaster started. He had no idea of where they had hidden themselves next.
'But Gannala should have guided them properly.' That was the basis with which he could state that the Mammoth Clan had hidden themselves well, which forced Brangara to target the Empyrean Snappers, as he was in desperate need of powerful Gold Grade Natures.
'It'll be a mess.' He sighed, aware that Brangara's strength would balloon to tremendous extents once he were to gain enough Natures of Subtle Terrain Domination, 'That'll allow him to counter my Perfect Biome Domination easily.'
The best-case scenario would be to bring Gannala to the Dralh Sea in advance, equip them onto the Nature slots of the Empyrean Snappers one after another, and activate her Tertiary Nature of Cultivator upon them.
This way, all the Empyrean Snappers will assume human forms, allowing them to flee when necessary. When they look no different from humans, it was easy for them to hide wherever they wanted without worries of being discovered.
But the situation wasn't perfect for that. Inala had a lot on his plate at the time. The circumstances prevented him from taking advantage of Gannala's powers.
If he didn't focus on assimilating the mind of the Brimgan Founder into himself, not to mention humbling himself to a great extent by remaining at the Silver Grade, Inala would have taken action that he would have regretted later.
He might have captured the Mammoth Clan to be used as a farm for Prana or worse, he would have gone to fight Brangara immediately after. They were all horrible plans, but due to his bloated ego at the time after becoming a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, Inala would have gone ahead with stupid plans.
It was why he focused on gathering his bearings first, which took a lot of time. And even now, he wasn't ready to fight, 'My ego isn't perfect yet.'
He only needed to leap into the stream of water travelling through the void of the Ravaged Federation and arrive at the Dralh Sea through the Abyss Fall. That way, he could immediately support the Empyrean Snappers and prevent Brangara from accumulating their Natures.
But if he were to do so, he might be forced to remain a Mystic Grade Royal Zinger for too long, which would bloat his confidence levels until he would assume he could solve everything through brute strength.
That would only result in his pitiful death under the hands of the Celestial Boar, either now or in the future. And once Inala gets caught up in such a mental state, it would be hard, if not impossible to revert to his original state.
After all, he was the Deity of the Zinger race, having billions praying to him. That too was an influence which was gradually stacking on his mental being. So, if he doesn't focus on himself, the mental stack will give him unsurpassable arrogance.
Inala experienced a headache, thinking of the worsening situation brought about by Brangara having thirty-plus Natures of Subtle Terrain Domination. But upon sensing the presence of Brangara's Major Treasure vanish in a matter of seconds, he was stunned, 'Is the fight over? Already?'
'The Empyrean Snappers aren't so weak to be killed instantly like that.' He frowned, unable to think of an answer, 'I'll figure it out later. I need to focus on the task at hand now.'
"Are you ready?" He asked and stared at the figure of a fat Wittral who entered a Biome Bomb.
"I've been eating your corpse and drinking Nectar all along. I'm fed up with it.' Wittral burped, stating in excitement, "Let's begin already."
"I've been waiting for too long."