Getting Into Orakha’s Head

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Orakha expressed his confusion while his back was drenched with sweat, "Anyway, I'm done with the report. So, I'll be returning now."

"Sit," Gannala's tone turned serious as she kicked a nearby chair and aligned it perfectly under Orakha, "If you run away now, I'm coming after you with all my strength."

"You think I'm afraid of that…" Orakha stopped speaking, feeling a disgusting feeling as if a slimy tongue was dancing upon the back of his head. He turned around and noticed the figure of Mammoth Clan Virala walking out of the kitchen to flash a smile his way, 'This fucker is moving about in the open here?'

"Are you bored of living?" Orakha cursed in anger as he pointed at Virala, "You're begging to be detected by Brangara by this point."

"If he was actually Virala, you would have detected him the moment I brought you out." Gannala snorted, "Think a little."