"Gah!" Yamahara's eyes shot open as he got up in a flurry, springing awake as he rolled to his feet, looking around in panic, "Father! Are you alright..."
He choked, observing that he was trapped in a cubic room whose sides spanned a length of four metres. He was neither chained nor were his powers suppressed. However, even if he wanted to, he couldn't break out of it.
"This is...Attributed Region." Yamahara placed his palm on the wall and felt the subtle fluctuations emanating from the latter. He was trapped in a cage of water, one created to hold him still. Even his father struggled to break past the Attributed Region, not to mention him, the current him that is, one that was powerless.
He placed his palm on his stomach, feeling hungry, for his stomach, one resembling Astral World, but for storing blood, was empty. All the blood stored in it had been extracted somehow, leaving him powerless.
Without any stored blood, he was weaker than a Free Human at the Spirit Stage. "Shit! We messed up!"
'I told Father numerous times to avoid targeting Orakha! Now look what happened! The moment the Mystic Seven realised his main body wasn't at home, they attacked us!' His hands trembled in anger, in frustration, but most of all, in helplessness.
"I...can't do shit." He kneeled on the floor, weak, slamming his fist powerlessly, "Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong."
"You're right about that." A voice from behind startled him as Yamahara turned around and noticed the figure of Inala walking out of the wall of water.
"Inala?" Yamahara blinked for a moment before taking a step back subconsciously, "W-What do you want?"
"Relax, I have no intentions to harm you. Or rather, I need your help." Saying so, Inala snapped his finger as the Attributed Region surrounding them morphed. A pillar of water rose from the floor and expanded into a table, following which it stretched out a chair on either side.
"I simply wish to talk a little," Inala said and pointed at the chair, "Take a seat. Let's converse, since that's what you've been hoping for all along."
"Okay," Yamahara was suspicious, but even if he was, there was nothing he could do, not against the First Calamity. He watched Inala pull back the chair and take a seat casually. But when he tried to do the same, his chair didn't budge, 'This too is part of the Attributed Region.'
A single droplet of water in the Attributed Region weighed as much as a mountain. It was extremely dense, and hence, Yamahara couldn't even budge it. But upon seeing his intention, Inala stared at the chair that moved back automatically, allowing Yamahara to take a seat.
"So...ah!" Yamahara was about to speak when the chair moved forward, surprising him. His heart thumped as he realised a second later that the chair only aligned itself so that Yamahara could comfortably place his hands on the table.
'This guy controls the Attributed Region like it's a part of his body.' Yamahara truly felt the terrifying amount of power that Inala could wield now, subconsciously trembling as he asked, "What do you need from me?"
"Stay out of whatever happens next." Inala said, "I need you to promise me to stay here and train like your life depends on this."
"My family is out there, Inala." Yamahara said, his expression hardening, "I won't remain idle when I know they're in danger."
"Your family is doing everything it can to kill my family." Inala calmly tapped the table before him, causing ripples to form on it, "So, it's only wise I retaliate, right?"
"You've tried everything you could and failed. So, sit this one out."
"I won't! I'll keep trying, no matter how long it takes!" Yamahara shouted, flinching upon noticing a fierce ripple form on the table, indicating Inala's anger.
"There will be none alive by the time you succeed!" Inala slammed on the table, agitated for a moment. There was silence for a few seconds as he spoke, ignoring the expression of terror on Yamahara's face, "We've run out of time."
"W-What do you mean by that?" Yamahara asked in shock.
"Your father will grow to become too powerful after this. So, if anything, this is the only possible moment where there still exists a possibility of his death." Inala spoke slowly, "He probably already exceeds the strength of an Iron Transcendent. Any more, and it'll be impossible to kill him."
"So, we're making a move in the Third Major Disaster where we're guaranteed to face him," His expression turned fierce as he stared at Yamahara, "He is aware of Sumatra Chronicles, which means its influence on him is stronger. So, he'll definitely be there during the Third Major Disaster."
"What do you expect me to do? Smile at the fact that you'll kill my father? And you expect me to sit still when I'm aware of that fact?" Yamahara shrilled, his hand extending forth in an effort to touch Inala, aware that at the moment of contact, he could absorb the latter's blood and use the Royal Zinger's powers to break free of this prison.
"Try it," In response to his thoughts, Inala let out a twisted smile, expressing his hesitation as he tapped the table, "And I'll drop this on the Varahan Empire."
"..." Yamahara instantly retracted his hand as he sat on his seat, his expression pale as he stared at the table before him, "That...please, don't. You'll destroy the Empire."
All Inala had to do was drop a large block of the Attributed Region onto the Varahan Empire to destroy it. This would be a calamitous asteroid strike, enough to devastate the Varahan Empire and reduce the region to a simple crater.
There would be no survivors. Even if Yarsha Zahara were to be present at the scene, she could use her powers to take control of the Attributed Region. But that was it, as the region would still continue to fall, unabated in its momentum.
Simply switching hands in ownership doesn't negate the momentum it had built up in its descent. Inala would be carrying it through his Biome Bomb, using its functions to negate the weight that he carried.
However, when he's dropping it, he'd remove the Biome Bomb and only drop the Attributed Region. Without the Biome Bomb, the full extent of the Attributed Region's weight would be displayed, so it was impossible to stop its fall.
Brangara could stop it, but he too wasn't at the Varahan Empire. And even if he were, nothing changes. Brangara could indeed stop such an attack, but it would have to be within his reach.
Inala could simultaneously drop dozens of Attributed Regions across all corners of the Varahan Empire. Brangara wouldn't be able to stop more than one, which meant all the remaining would strike true, still reducing Varahan Empire into a crater at the end of the day.
"I'll...listen to whatever you have to say." Yamahara slumped in defeat, his voice a whimper. "Please, cull your threats, Inala."
"Good," Inala nodded and snapped his finger, causing the Attributed Region to turn transparent, revealing a larger section of it, stretching way beyond the room imprisoning Yamahara. "Then let's get to business."
"All these are yours," Inala said and pointed towards various rooms built like petroleum tanks, each filled to the brim with blood.
"These are...?" Yamahara got up with a start, wondering what Inala was up to. "What are you
planning?"
"I've read your memories," Inala said.
That one line was enough as Yamahara slumped and sighed, one of relief, "Thank goodness, someone other than me knows."
"Then," He stared at Inala in a hurry, "We need to stop fighting and make preparations for
the Continental Invasion."
"You do that," Inala said and pointed at the closest container of blood, "That's the Royal
Zinger's blood."
He pointed at the second reservoir, "That's the Celestial Boar's blood."
Then the third, "That's Resha's blood."
"Blola, Grehha are up next." He then pointed at a row of containers trailing after, "Boul
Brimgan, Harla Brimgan, Ruvva...you name them, and their blood exists here, in massive quantities."
"All these are for me?" Yamahara's eyes widened as he figured out Inala's plan, asking in defeat, "You have no intentions of stopping, don't you?"
"Yes, I'll kill Brangara and die in the process. I'm not sure how many or even if any of us will
be alive towards the end." Inala got up and stared at the series of blood containers, letting out a sigh, "I wouldn't have cared if it was just me. But, I'm the Deity of the Zingers. I'm responsible for the creatures who live and die on my will."
"My hands are tied, so I'll pass them on to you, Yamahara." Inala said and stared at the seated
figure, "Everything I've placed here is ammunition to help you prepare for the Continental
Invasion."
"Sumatra's Transcendent Eater told you a lot, but it's not everything." Inala pointed at another room filled with items, "There's a bunch of Information Slips there. They consist of everything that I've come to know from both the Brimgan Founder and Torq. They'll be
helpful in your efforts."
"If possible..." He paused and took a couple of seconds before saying, his care evident, "If the Quip Clan is in danger in the future, I hope you lend them a helping hand."
"I...won't promise anything." Yamahara bowed, his brows twitching, "Irrespective of
whatever he does, I respect my Father the most. Dishonesty isn't my thing, so I want you to understand this, Inala."
His expression turned fierce, "I'll hate you forever if you manage to kill my father."
"You're able to access the information present in one's blood, right?" Inala beckoned at Yamahara with his hand, "Come here and absorb my blood."
"Are you...sure?" Yamahara hesitated but grabbed Inala's hand readily upon seeing the latter
nod in response. A vast amount of blood flowed into his body from Inala, allowing Yamahara
to read the information present in the blood-carried by the Prana mixed in it.
"This...this is?" His face turned pale in a matter of seconds, and then became enriched by dread. Subconsciously, he retracted his hand and walked back, stumbling in the process, "You...you...how...is...this...possible?"
What Yamahara absorbed through Inala's blood was the latter's present thoughts. It simply
showed the various plans Inala had in regard to destroying everything Yamahara loved- family, friends, Empire, etc.
From simple destruction such as dropping the Attributed Region from the sky to creating the most treacherous civil war among the Wean Clansmen, Inala was capable of them all. The sheer number of plans and thoughts he had, all realistically achievable for him, was what
terrified Yamahara.
But the most fearsome of all was Binala. Inala simply revealed what he had done at the Varahan Empire as Binala, "Y-You were the culprit behind that?"
"Yes," Inala smiled, "I merely had the strength of someone who had entered the Body Stage.
The most I could do was hold a single Nature in my Vara Human Avatar. But you know what I've done there, with just that meagre power at my disposal."
"T-That...is impossible!" Yamahara was in a state of disbelief. He wanted to deny Inala, but
the memories he absorbed were real and connected the dots of everything he had been investigating in the past decade. All of them were started by Inala.
And the most inconceivable fact was that Inala had never left the Noikatol District, but the seeds he spread had dispersed across the entire Empire, which made it impossible for Yamahara and the various information networks working under him to figure out the cause.
"It doesn't matter even if I was at the Spirit Stage or even a Mortal. I will figure out a way to destroy everything you hold dear." Inala walked towards Yamahara and patted the latter's shoulder, whispering in his ear, causing the latter to break into hysteria, "I'm perfectly content with you harbouring hatred for me. I rather you hate me to the best of your capabilities, because I'm going to mess up a good portion of your life. But,"
"Don't act on your hatred, alright? Because if you do, whatever I show you will become your reality."