It had been five days since their attack on the Zahara Kingdom. Virala was strolling through the wilds, eyeing the elevated plateau forming the Guna Caves over the horizon.
He intended to establish a Kingdom at the now-empty Dralh Sea. But first, he had to scout the region and understand its ins and outs first. And most of all, he had to map out the concentration of a certain mineral deposit across the region.
Currently, he had been resting, collecting his thoughts before intending to dive down underground in his Mystic Ewworm form. But right as he had rested, he felt a mild spike in presence, turning around to stare at the figure of Orakha that had revived.
His expression was tired as Orakha stared at Virala and exhaled softly, stating after observing the latter's composure, "I've just brought Ruvva to the Brimgan Empire. She's now in the custody of Harla Brimgan."
"I see..." There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes before Virala nodded, slouching a bit in response, "What was her expression?"
"She's thrilled, honestly." Orakha said, noticing Virala burst out into laughter in response, "I can bring you to her if you want."
"That'll be alright." Virala waved his hand as he regained his composure, "It's safer at the Brimgan Empire for the time being. I'll reclaim her once I create a safe haven for her. She can have fun until then."
"You're not worried about her?" Orakha asked.
"I didn't create her as the pinnacle of Free Humans to constrict her freedom." Virala expressed arrogantly, "You won't even be able to fathom the precious resources I poured into her birth. She's someone who can live as she pleases. And no one else will be able to tell her otherwise."
He calmly stared at Orakha and asked, "How many times do you think Gannala tried to convince or brainwash her?"
"She didn't do..." Orakha spoke instinctively.
"Cut the crap," Virala shrugged, "I have a fair understanding of her disposition. I know she must have attempted all sorts of methods to keep Ruvva subservient to the Mammoth Clan. So, just tell me the truth."
"Many times," Orakha scratched his cheek, "I don't know the exact number though."
"See," Virala laughed in response, "And nothing changes, right? Ruvva is still herself."
He casually folded his hands on his back and lay on the ground, "That's what it means to be a Mystic Human. We're free from all foreign influences to an extent we're also fairly resistant to the effects of Natures."
His tone grew in confidence, "And the resistance Ruvva has is the strongest. Adding onto her natural strength, she's unstoppable."
'So, that's why Gannala was struggling to keep her contained. Even at such a young age, she's strong.' Orakha thought.
"Moreover," Virala stared at Orakha and laughed, "Your Minor Treasure is still in her, right? In the worst-case scenario, you're there to protect her."
"So, I'm not worried about her wellbeing."
"Alright," Orakha sighed and waved his hand, "I just wanted to inform you about your daughter's situation. I'll be leaving tomorrow."
"I'm glad that you're quick on the uptake." Virala shook hands with Orakha and began to walk towards the Dralh Sea, "Once you're done, come find me. I have a lot of work to do in the meantime."
He reverted to human form and walked through the mine, discovering semi-decomposed Free Human corpses. Some had bit marks, made from human teeth while others seemed to have been stabbed by a pickaxe.
All the Free Humans in the mind reared an Ewworm in their rectum that grew a pickaxe at the end of its tail. It was these Ewworm that mined for minerals while the function of the Free Human was only to stand around and watch.
Once enough quantity of minerals had been mined, they would transport them to the designated locations. Unfortunately for them, the Cooter Clan had developed the Ewworms in such a way that they couldn't leave their respective island.
As a result, once the Cooter Clan branch had been destroyed, the Free Humans at Leh Island couldn't flee anywhere else. Even before that, their conditions hadn't been optimal as the Cooter Clan moved to the Brimgan Empire when the Major Treasure of Attribute had revealed itself.
Except for the Cooter Clansmen left in charge of the islands, everyone else had gone to the Brimgan Empire. Their return took too much time, by which, the Dralh Sea was taken over by the Phells and the Bludders.
The Cooter Clansmen left on the islands did their best to defend their posts, but eventually, they isolated themselves in safety. Left with no other choice, the Free Humans could only block the entrance and huddle inside, waiting for the day the Immortals would return to their rescue.
'Seems they resorted to cannibalism due to a lack of food.' Virala thought as he arrived at a room and observed a withered man, "So, you were the one to die last."
Even the one who ate the corpses of others died of hunger eventually. There was no food within the mines while the outside was too dangerous. Even the oldest among the Free Humans in the mines barely had Prana in the double digits.
They couldn't dare think of facing even a single Phell or Bludder, not to mention a horde of them.
"This island has nothing." Virala commented once he inspected the entire mine and exited it, making way to the closest island, "Let's hope at least a few Free Humans survived on the bigger islands."
Eventually, he arrived at Tez Island, one of the largest islands in the Outer Region of the Dralh Sea. He entered its mine and became happy immediately after, seeing dozens of sunken eyes stare his way.
"You're safe now!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, with enough force to reverberate across the entirety of the mine. He covered himself with Rutham armour that glistened in the dark, illuminating the haggard faces of the trapped Free Humans.
"A...ah...ahhh!" A middle-aged woman broke into tears and prostrated on the ground, "Finally, the Immortals have arrived to give us salvation!"
"Thank goodness! Finally!"
"Praise the Immortals!" One after another, the despair-ridden faces of all the Free Humans burst with hope as they all prostrated on the ground. Hearing their relieved voices, even more Free Humans gathered at the place, displaying their respects immediately after.
"Immortals?" Virala's loud snort reverberated across the mine, rumbling the skeletons of the kneeling Free Humans. "You're comparing me to mere baldies?"
"You dare?" His voice contained anger as a voracious amount of presence wafted out of his being, terrorising everyone. To the Free Humans who were merely at the Spirit Stage, the presence Virala unleashed, even when controlled, was overwhelming.
To avoid killing them, he controlled himself, approaching the closest woman upon retracting his presence. A subtle fluctuation entered her body from him, unleashed through the Mystic Human Stamp, invigorating her.
Feeling strength fill her weak body, the woman was surprised before bursting with zealousness as she stared up and observed the radiating figure of Virala, "W-Who are you, my Lord?"
"Your Deity!" Virala replied, revealing a graceful smile.
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