"Does the Mammoth Clan intend to become my enemy?" Inala's words thundered across the minds of all Empyrean Tusks, alarming them to the extreme.
They were already in a state of despair due to the emergence of the Celestial Boar. If they had to add the Royal Zinger atop that, then forget trying to survive. They could give up on life right then and there, no need to bother resisting death.
"Dad!" Gannala shouted, "Stop it!"
"Okay," Inala retracted his presence that was in the process of growing to the Gold Grade. Once he calmed down, the two Biome Bombs—slung at his hips—shrunk themselves to the size of his thumb, retracting their presence too. In that short instant, he was ready to attack Raaha.
Inala eyed Raaha, following his gaze to the location where the latter was grabbing him. He maintained eye contact for a couple of seconds until Raaha gave in and retracted his hand.
