"Uwaa…Wah!"
The baby Gannala was crying once again. The lifeforce infused into the egg was used up. But even when Inala infused more lifeforce into it, she showed no signs of sleeping.
And the moment she woke up, she felt suffocated to be inside the egg. But the problem was that if Inala were to open it like before when she was asleep, her crying voice would resound. If they failed to be out of the range, then her cries would bring the Boar King to them.
"Inala! Make a bigger egg!" Asaeya shouted in a fluster, "Encase this cave inside it. That way, we'll at least be able to buy enough time."
"Okay," Inala nodded and condensed a giant Prana Bomb, one that spanned a size of three metres. It encased the entirety of the cave inside it as the egg holding the baby Gannala shattered. Her cries resounded throughout the egg but thanks to the effects of Internal Inertial Gravity in the giant Prana Bomb's shell, her cries were sealed.
"Uwaa!" The baby Gannala flailed her hand, seemingly hungry.
Asaeya was carrying her in her hands. Suddenly, her face twisted in pain as her joints dislocated. The baby Gannala turned more than a hundred times heavier, the rapid increase in weight harmed her arms. "Shit!"
"Keep her on the floor," Inala shouted from outside the giant Prana Bomb. But of course, his voice couldn't reach Asaeya. However, once he turned it translucent, she was able to see him.
After her joints dislocated, she dropped the baby Gannala on the floor, stunned to see cracks form on the giant Prana Bomb from the point of contact. As for the baby, she didn't even seem to sport an injury.
The baby Gannala kicked with her legs softly, creating an imprint on the giant Prana Bomb. She was merely two days old and even then, her strength could damage the Prana Bomb, not a regular Zinger's Prana Bomb, but Inala's.
Even a Zinger Scout's Prana Bomb was tremendously hard. As an Empyrean Zinger, Inala's Prana Bombs were on a whole other level. When even that was harmed by a baby merely two days after birth, it was nothing but a stronger confirmation of her existence.
Empyrean Tusk!
The new Gannala sported the appearance of a human baby. But she had already begun to manifest the traits of her Primary Nature. That was why her body density shot up all of a sudden.
But that wasn't the real issue. Asaeya stared in worry as baby Gannala's body began to shrivel up slowly but surely, "She's losing nutrients fast!"
Unlike in Inala's case where Internal Inertial Gravity only took effect when activated, it was pretty much a passive skill in baby Gannala's case. The only time it would even deactivate is upon her death.
The amount of energy required to upkeep an Empyrean Tusk's body was a ginormous sum. Theoretically, an Empyrean Tusk had around 8398 Prana. But, that was only in terms of the Prana flowing through its body.
Every single organ in the Empyrean Tusk was a biome, holding resources capable of piling up to become mountains. These resources were constantly processed by the organs, replenishing the Prana that was being constantly consumed.
Empyrean Tusks had the highest upkeep necessity. And even though baby Gannala was just a newborn, the moment her Primary Nature began to unleash its effect, the volume contained within her organs began to increase.
Space within them was being enlarged. And such an action required a lot of Prana. As a result, her body mass was being combusted to be converted into Prana. If they don't do something to replenish her Prana, she will die.
Asaeya grabbed a Prana Bomb that had already been cracked by Inala. With a poke of her finger, a hole formed, allowing her to pour out the contents.
Using the Mystic Bone Art, Asaeya created a bottle to house the contents in order to feed baby Gannala. Prana surged into her dislocated joints and forcibly recorrected them. She growled in pain, preparing herself for more pain to come the following days as she took care of the baby.
Thankfully for her, the moment she activated her Mystic Bone Art, baby Gannala turned calm. She slowly turned her head and stared at Asaeya to let out a smile.
"Here, eat." Asaeya was awkward in her actions as she brought the bottle toward baby Gannala's mouth, unsure if she was doing the right thing. Through her Prana, she controlled the nozzle, causing a drop of fluid to drip into Gannala's mouth.
"Gua!" The baby Gannala made a face of dissatisfaction but drank the fluid. A few seconds later though, she gently lifted her head, stunning Asaeya as a pair of incisors grew in a matter of seconds. Following that, she chomped the nozzle and swallowed it.
"That's dangerous!" Asaeya shouted as she used her Prana to make the bitten nozzle fly away. Had the baby Gannala swallowed it, she would have ended up choking. Of course, that was in terms of a normal human baby.
Whether or not it applied to Gannala didn't matter. Asaeya wasn't sure, but she didn't wish to take the risk. With the nozzle bitten off, the fluid gushed out. Through her Prana, Asaeya held it back and continued to make droplets drip in baby Gannala's mouth, slowly.
But it seemed the baby had other thoughts as she made a funnel shape with her mouth and unleashed a strong suction force, causing all the fluid in the bottle to gush into her mouth. Like a sinkhole, she swallowed it.
And a few seconds later, unleashed a loud fart, expunging all the extra air she had swallowed.
"Ugh!" The absurdity of the situation made Asaeya's head spin. She then turned around to stare at Inala, motioning with her hands to show she could handle their situation, somehow.
"Be safe," Saying so, Inala left the weakest Empyrean Zinger Scout behind while he took the other two with him and began to climb down from the mountain.
His goal was to determine the name and location of the human Kingdom. As long as they were far enough, he could retract the giant Prana Bomb. But otherwise, they would have to flee.
'For the Prana necessary to flee at our fastest speed, I would require high-quality Prana in large amounts. The only way to obtain it is from the Rockatrice and Carcass Snail.' For a moment, Inala hesitated, as such an action would result in the deaths of the Rooster and Mollusc Tribes.
But upon recalling the face of the Boar King, he grunted in anger, 'Even if I don't like her, she's still my daughter. And I don't plan on dying anytime soon.'
"Shit!" Roaring as such, he used Internal Inertial Gravity and bolted through the forest, coldness gradually settling in his expression.
