A Dying Gannala

The 44th Empyrean Tusk proceeded in its respective position—the last row, left column—in the herd. But unlike the others, its steps were a beat slower. Moreover, from time to time, it almost stumbled. If not for its Primary Nature, such a stumble would have created an earthquake throughout the settlement.

Buildings would have collapsed, all items would have shattered, and cultivators would have sustained grievous injuries. But Internal Inertial Gravity protected everyone and everything, maintaining the status quo of stability.

Of course, not even that could stop the worries of Bora Tusk. He stood at the entrance of the Settlement, positioning himself on the spot between the trunk and the head.

His eyes were red and leaking nonstop out of it were tears. He was unable to control his grief, experiencing an emotion a thousand times worse than when his closest family member died.