Four days before Virala's arrival at the Brimgan Empire, right as the figure of Blola arrived at the Abode of the Mystics, bringing with him news of Orakha's state, a group of Quip Clansmen were situated on an island far away.

This island was a port dedicated to ferrying goods between the Ravaged Federation and the Dralh Sea as the Mystic Humans acted as the intermediary between the Brimgan Empire and the Quip Clan. A group of Quip Clansmen had been stationed at the port for logistic reasons.

Boom!

Seeing a surge of reddish radiance beaming out of the Abode of Mystics a few minutes after Blola entered, and sensing the sheer anger emanating from Virala's unleashed presence, a Quip Clansman took out a handmade fan and made it rotate.

The fan took flight for a short instant as the Quip Clansman watched calmly. One second later, he noticed the fan vanishing from existence, following which he closed his eyes and resumed his work.

Whenever anything of significance happens and is witnessed by a Quip Clansman, they would do everything in their power to either personally assume flight or use a tool to perform the same. This was to inform their Deity about whatever was happening.

If they personally took flight, they'd be able to stare at their Deity when the latter appeared, able to discuss when necessary, though it would only be Inala talking until he deactivated the power of his Major Treasure of Flight.

But in the case of an item, there was no way to know whether the Royal Zinger responded to their call, as only the target in flight could see him. Thereby, the communication means was simply Inala erasing the tool that had taken flight.

If the tool gets erased, it meant the Royal Zinger had arrived, which is why the Quip Clansman resumed his work, aware that his Deity was at the scene now, watching whatever was the reason behind Virala's outburst.

And indeed, that was the truth. Two kilometres above sea level, hovering within a small cloud was Inala, sporting strength at his base state-Expert Silver Grade. Upon arriving, he took advantage of his undetectable state to first fly into a cloud. Only then did he erase the tool in flight.

This way, no one sensed his arrival. Moreover, the natives of Sumatra didn't have a habit of staring up at the sky unless something happened there. After all, there didn't exist any beings capable of flight.

This allowed Inala free rein over the skies as long as he remained careful about hiding himself.

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He strengthened the cloud to become big enough for him to freely orient himself without poking out. Following that, Inala observed the Abode of the Mystics, staring at the figure of Virala shouting in disbelief at Blola.

A few minutes later, Blola committed suicide, having completed the task he had set out to achieve. Immediately in response, after commanding his subordinates to take care of things at the place, Virala condensed a Tratham surfboat and rode it across the Dralh Sea.

It unleashed a force of psychokinesis that pushed on the sea, propelling the surfboat at terrifying speeds. The generated force produced a reddish glow, creating a trail that followed Virala as he sped in the direction of the Cooter-Brimgan Channel.

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'Let's follow and see what happened for him to be this pissed.' His arms transformed into the Royal Zinger's, unfurling a membraned wing that allowed him to glide across the sky. The propulsion necessary to accelerate came from the Major Treasure of Flight.

He maintained a steady pace behind Virala, gradually increasing his altitude to eight metres,

a distance he judged safe from Virala's detection means. It was well beyond what Virala could notice, especially considering his current state of mind.

However, having a cloud keep up pace for an extended duration would catch his eye. Hence, Inala raised the altitude and constantly changed the shape of the cloud wrapped around him. This way, even Virala didn't notice anything amiss.

Four days of nonstop travel later, Virala entered the Birimgan Empire's palace to confront Boul Brimgan, "Where's Orakha?"

"WHERE?"

"Follow me," Boul Brimgan stated once Virala had reined in his anger to a considerable level. The duo walked through the palace and arrived at a cordoned section, one guarded by an elite team of Brimgan Royals, the weakest of which was at the 4-Life Stage.

"Don't react, maintain your cool. Otherwise, I'm sending you away." Boul Brimgan said in warning once before opening the door, beckoning Virala to follow.

Right as Virala entered the room, he came to witness the sight of Orakha strapped on a bed, uttering beastly growls from time to time, like a dog that had gone hungry for a week.

"Aarf! Grrgah! Ugh..." Drool leaked out of his mouth as Orakha twitched uncontrollably. His teeth clattered with enough force to crack the incisors while his hands tried to rip apart the rope binding him to the berth.

Keeping his mouth open forcefully and dripping blood from her palm was Ruvva, trying her best to ensure Orakha swallowed her blood, "Please bear with me, Uncle."

"What...is this?" Virala muttered as he stared at Orakha's eyes, an instant later grabbed Boul Brimgan by the scruff of his neck, "Why is he like this?"

"What the fuck happened?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Boul Brimgan snorted and wrestled free, "I've been trying to figure out the reason too."

"Use the Decaleech's power!" Virala shouted, "Don't you have a Human Avatar that can enslave Pranic Beasts? Use that to capture a Decaleech and apply Bloody Affection on Orakha. That's the easiest way to extract information from his blood..."

"We tried it already," Ruvva's stern voice shut him up as she got up and relaxed her palm, watching the wound heal instantly. Her eyes shot in Virala's direction for an instant before focusing on Boul Brimgan, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"If you don't have a solution, find and bring Gannala here." Ruvva declared slowly, "I'm afraid she's our last resource to understand what had happened. After all, there's nothing in his blood."

"Everything of value has been wiped clean from his body, mind, and soul." Ruvva gritted her teeth in anger, "Fucking bastards!"

"Even if I try to cure him of the damage, I see no hope in recovering his memories...or even his identity." Her eyes turned moist as she spoke with a soft tone of sadness. "I fear the only option is to plant new memories of him, like starting from a blank slate."

She stared at Virala, "Gannala must have a record of his everything. If she places all the data in Uncle Orakha, there is some hope for his return."

"That will just be a new personality in an old body." A soft voice resounded in the room,

surprising Virala and Ruvva. Boul Brimgan, on the other hand, seemed to have known in advance, letting out a sigh upon seeing Inala stroll in through the walls, 'No one else other than me managed to detect his arrival. Even Mother hasn't managed to sense his arrival.'

"Since when were you spying on us?" Virala shot a glare at Inala, clearly pissed by the latter's actions, on the verge of exploding.

"I noticed the radiance produced by your Tratham surfboard when I was roaming across

nearby. I decided to follow you after that, but it took me a while to get here." Inala weaved a

lie spontaneously, like clockwork, and approached Ruvva, "Can I try my hand at it? My method is infinitely better than Bloody Affection."

"Yes, Uncle Inala." Ruvva nodded and stepped away from Orakha, watching Inala wrap Orakha

with a Biome Bomb.

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Gentle waves of Prana fluctuated across Orakha's body while faint ripples emanated through the Biome Bomb's surface. Inala's eyes were closed, focusing on extracting data from Orakha. He was in his base state and hence had to exercise utmost focus. Otherwise, his data extraction will cause Orakha severe pain.

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Externally, he emanated Mystic Grade presence, having covered himself with a Mystic Biome

Bomb. As Inala focused on unearthing information from Orakha, he couldn't help but curse, "Fuck!"

A streak of blood dripped from his nose as Inala retracted his Prana and wiped himself, taking

a seat nearby as he muttered, "It's corrupted. Orakha has been destroyed from the fundamental sense."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Virala raged.

"Let me explain, fucker!" Inala retorted, "Isn't your Minor Treasure the perfect tool to

extract information out of someone? Use it if you're that impatient!"

"If that was enough, I wouldn't have to bother enduring the appearance of your disgusting

face." Prana radiated out of Virala for an instant before he controlled himself, hurriedly retracting everything upon realising that if his presence were to touch Orakha even by mistake, the latter's body would straight up explode.

"Be quiet, Virala!" Ruvva shouted at him before staring at Inala, "Be mature, uncle. You can beat each other up later for all I care. Now, please tell me what you've found out."

"The culprit is definitely Brangara, that much is for sure as I'm able to find faint data related

to him pouring his influence into Orakha." Inala collected his thoughts for a few seconds and

spoke, "He used a Minor Treasure of his as a gateway to pour his influence into Orakha and affect his body. However, this was used as a healing measure."

"Healing measure?" Boul Brimgan frowned, "Healing him from what? And why?"

"From what I have found out, there's a big fight between the Transcendents happening out

there. And their presence is rampant in the Sandy-Grey Void. Without either Mystic Grade strength or some kind of protective device made using Sumatra Gold, you'll mutate in a matter of seconds out there." Inala said, "Brangara has been exposing Orakha to that environment for short instants at regular intervals. Right as Orakha is about to mutate, he's brought into Sumatra and fed the Celestial Boar's influence."

"And this has been done countless times after somehow plunging into Orakha the combined

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influence generated from thousands of Natures." Inala said, shaking his head, "I can't find else as any information about his body has been corrupted to the extreme. It's like placing my head in a network of grinders."

"Thousands of presences?" Ruvva expressed her shock as she stared at Orakha, "Constant

exposure to the influence from Transcendents in the Sandy-Grey Void and then healing it using the Celestial Boar's influence..."

"They've mutated his body, mind, and soul until he became an absolute cripple." Virala

completed his sentence, remaining silent for a minute before he opened his mouth to let out a

chuckle, "Ha...hahahahaha!"

"HAHAHA! This dumbass wanted to live in peace with his family. Isn't that a riot? Look at

him now! He's been messed beyond the point of recovery and god knows what happened to his wife...hahahaha..." His body trembled like he had fits while his laughter gradually arrived at a slow, grating halt, "Ha...ha!"

"Man, it's not like me to care about someone else." Virala scratched his head in mild irritation

and walked away, reaching for the room's exit when he paused and stared at the faces of Boul Brimgan, Inala, and Ruvva, "Oh, by the way, I'll be hosting a simple dinner party at my palace a few months later. You're all invited."

"What's the menu?" Ruvva asked, for the first time in tune with her biological father's

thought process.

"Pork, of course." Virala laughed, "Lots and lots of it."