Way Of a Merchant

Primary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

"Goodness, shut up!" Gannala grunted as gravitational fields stacked upon the figure of Ruvva in her stomach biome until the latter's body weight became too heavy to move around. Only then did she heave a sigh in relief, 'Her tantrums are growing stronger.'

'I'll leave the rest to you, Bora.' She thought and flinched upon staring at her arm, feeling a severe rash. Or rather, she had been experiencing one for three years now, trying her best to avoid harming Ruvva.

This instead caused her immune system to turn up on her, which caused her a rash. 'Thankfully, Ruvva isn't a Mammoth Clansman from another Settlement. That would have been more dangerous to keep in me.'

Without any hesitation, Gannala ripped out the patch of skin that had the rash and surged Prana into the region, healing it. The rash would return after a while, but at least until then, she could relax a bit.