Look At My Face

Rathlana Turf! Blessed Node!

Seated on the Major Treasure of Turnip was the Quip Guardian, Root. He stared up and smiled upon seeing the figure of Inala appear, carrying a large group of Biome Bombs, "So, those are what I'm supposed to feed on."

"Have fun with the feast," Inala said and dropped all the Boar Kings and Empyrean Boars that he had captured. None of them were killed. After all, a body of each of them had been left behind at the Varahan Empire. Only the extra bodies were brought here.

Inala didn't want to destroy the Wean Clan, for he wanted them to engage in an endless conflict against the Varahan Empire. Therefore, he only reduced them to the Body Stage.

"Hahaha!" Root laughed as tendrils of Prana jutted out of the Major Treasure of Turnip and split across the sky like a fibrous root system and stabbed into the bodies of the falling Wean Clansmen.