"Gannala, it's time." Inala said and grabbed Gannala by the shoulder, consoling her, "You'll be fine, I promise."
"Dad, what if I never become a full-fledged Empyrean Tusk after doing this?" Gannala expressed her fear, "I'm going against my natural state."
"Look into my memories," Inala stared at her in seriousness, "Am I someone that would hinder your growth?"
"It's not about that, Dad." Gannala spoke nervously, "Will I really be alright once I destroy all my biomes?"
"It's a necessity to obtain the Tertiary Nature of Cultivator." Inala said and hugged her, "So, be brave, alright?"
"Your courage will lead the Empyrean Tusk race to greater heights."
"Okay," Gannala nodded weakly and began to spit out everything stored in her biomes, forming large piles on Roit Island.
