This Doesn’t Sit Well With Me

It took an entire month for the Empyrean Tusks to calm down from their fervour, finally able to behave normally.

"Why the heck are you bearing the entirety of the mental load from your biome with your mind?" Vhalla chided Inala upon inspecting the latter's stomach biome, "No wonder you're mad for a few hours every day. This is just stupid."

She then glared at Gannala, "Did you learn nothing from the Supreme Tusk? How come you didn't even teach him the basics of maintaining a biome?"

"I did," Gannala replied in a hurry, "But Dad's mind is unable to handle the processing power necessary for that. He's only in the Silver Grade. So, I had to improvise."

"This is the problem with talented brats that are born with an abundance." Vhalla commented as she summoned Rhanalla, "You're the best in this category. Help Inala's stomach biome."