Rata-tata-ta!
Hearing the pitter-patter created by Prana Bombs colliding onto the settlement like rain, Inala was nervous, 'The Zinger King must be sensing the energies of this place from far away. The moment I succeed in getting the Zinger Queen's power, it will know.'
'And it will try to kill me.' He grunted in pain as veins popped all over his body. His lifeforce was being sucked into the Zinger Queen's egg as his hand was in contact with it.
[My Dearest Son! Inala!]
Inala felt the sounds of his surroundings wane to a great extent as Gannala's voice resounded in his mind, clear. As Inala was refining the Zinger Queen's egg, his body should originally have exploded, due to the gender restriction.
But three things were preventing that. First was Granny Oyo's imprint on his bones that Inala had fused into his Spirit Container. Therefore, his Prana signature became Oyo's, a woman's Prana.
