"It went well until now," Inala muttered as he wiped his cold sweat and encased Wittral in a Prana Bomb coffin. Only after he made damn sure of Wittral being unable to generate any Prana was he relieved.
By now, the Cooter Clansmen puppets finished taking care of all survivors, making rounds for a cleanup before they broke out of their respective puppets. Following that, they entered his biome, bringing Wittral with them.
They would ensure he remained unconscious until Inala could get back to Wittral for the original purpose he had come here.
Now, in the silent Sandy-Grey Void, unable to see anything, Inala remained still as a statue, returning to his relatively safer spot to hang from a ten-metre-tall pole.
While waiting in the silence, he thought of his subsequent plans, 'Things proceeded without hiccups until now since I made enough preparations. But it'll get messier after this.'
