The bowl-shaped mountain was built from the seabed, stretching to a height of 100 tres above the water surface, and spanning a radius of 20 kilotres. This mountain had been artificially created for one purpose.
To feast upon the Empyrean Snappers.
A total of 52 Empyrean Snappers engaged in a fight at the Dralh Sea against a pinnacle being and were absolutely decimated. This bowl was created to contain their bodies for the pinnacle being to feast upon.
The Empyrean Snappers had been treated as no different from a bowl of noodles. And the mountain at the scene was that bowl.
"WRAHHH!"
"MY...DEITIES!!!"
"AARGHHH!"
Streams of blood trickled down the eyes of the Cooter Clansn as they witnessed the bowl in question. None of them had dared to set foot in the Dralh Sea after their branch’s annihilation.
This was the first ti they had entered the region past that point. And now, as they stared at the place where their Deities had been treated as literal food, the Cooter Clansn lost their minds.
Anger! Sadness! Extre, Extre Sorrow!
Howls, wails, screams, you na it. All sorts of beastly noises were produced. But also prominently surrounding their beings was another emotion that quickly sprouted root.
Absolute Sha!
The bowl, a symbol of the Empyrean Snappers being treated as food, was now a resplendent City under the Mystic Humans, with a population of 200,000 Free Humans living comfortably.
A total of 80 Mystic Humans lived in the city, in charge of various affairs related to the Mystic Human Council.
The seabed, at this location, was situated at a depth of 2200 tres. That ford the lowermost point of the bowl, which ant it was a sprawling region which was mostly empty at the mont, despite such a huge population thriving there.
Only sections across the rim were developed for the Free Humans to stay, consisting of a single ring of land stretching a width of a kilotre from the rim.
Prata City!
The voluminous space within the city created a haven for agriculture, fishing, and a variety of activities that prioritised a safe space above all. All these industries were rapidly being developed and expanded across the city space.
The Mystic Humans were extrely wealthy, so much so they were constantly purchasing whatever they wanted from the Brimgan Empire without worries about expenditure.
And all this wealth was being poured into Prata City in efforts of turning it into a gacity where more than five million Free Humans could live. Such a large population of Free Humans ant a larger pool of talents that could be given a chance at becoming Mystic Humans.
This would result in a larger number of Mystic Humans being born, creating a beneficial cycle of wealth and power amalgamation.
This fact caused the stomachs of the Cooter Clansn on board the battleships to churn with wrath, so much so the stomachs of so secreted so much acids, the stomach walls were lted through.
The Cooter Clansn were experiencing such a severe reaction. And obviously, quite a few of them took action, venting upon their closest targets–the father and daughter duo of Mystic Humans.
Secondary Body–Gold Ewworm!
Secondary Body Partial Transformation–Tratham Tool!
The father and daughter duo encased themselves within an armour made of Tratham. It released a violet radiance to push against the violent cloud that surged upon their beings.
The violet radiance tried to push away the surging clouds, but lost a contest of force quickly.
"Run!" The middle-aged man shouted as simultaneously, the forms of the father and daughter duo seed to wilt and wither away.
Tertiary Body–Spirit Eater!
Spirit Eater was the Pranic Beast form of a Parute Tree, capable of not only producing Parute Fruits, but could even revive an individual they consu.
Currently, there was only one Spirit Eater in its natural state on Sumatra. Every other Spirit Eater existed as a Mystic Human’s body. And the one in its natural state was kept bound at the headquarters of the Mystic Humans, to produce seeds that can create more of its kind.
The Mystic Humans consud these seeds to create their Spirit Eater body.
A Spirit Eater had two, pronounced physical characteristics. First was to treat everything in the soil as nutrients to absorb and produce Parute Fruits. Second was a high speed movent conveyed through the transfer of nutrients through the roots to sprout from a root tip far away, executing the process so quickly that to the external eye, it seed like the Spirit Eater had literally teleported.
Appearing a kilotre away from the Battleships were the father and daughter duo, shouting in panic, "You said you’ve co here to trade!"
While the daughter shrieked in panic, the middle-aged man shouted at Brunta Brimgan, "Do the words of Your Highness hold no value over the Cooter Clansn?"
"Everyone!" Brunta Brimgan roared, reverberating his voice across the five Battleships, "Have you gone mad?"
"Don’t forget the reason we’ve co here!" He shifted his glare towards the Raid Group’s leader, Bnapbnap, "Tell them to consider the situation at hand."
"This is no ti for personal feelings."
"Personal feelings..." Bnapbnap grew silent, indeed trying his best to control, not the Cooter Clansn, but himself. For he was the individual most incensed at the scene.
"Personal feelings..." Veins popped all over his face as he stared at the bowl, "...do matter."
"Those bastards..." With a trembling hand, he pointed towards the bowl and scread, "They built a fucking city there? Literally there?"
"Ignoring the 16,000 islands that litter the Dralh Sea, they chose that spot to build their settlent?" Steam wafted out of his pores as Bnapbnap directed his killing intent towards Brunta Brimgan, "We ca here to rectify our mistake, which we could have argued to have no relation to us, since the Narlakks orchestrated it."
"But we took responsibility for our actions, since whether they were influenced or not, a Cooter Clansman was the one that had endangered your existence. But," He waved his hands in rage towards the bowl, "But why the fuck should we care about creatures that disrespect our Deities?"
"Since they aren’t responsible, why should we concern ourselves over their wellbeing?" Bnapbnap shouted.
"Is that the Cooter Clan’s decision?" Brunta Brimgan snorted once he eyed the faces of all Cooter Clansn glaring his way and sighed, ’Nothing’s going my way.’
"Yes, it is." Bnapbnap then shouted at Raurau while pointing at the father and daughter duo, "Vice-Captain! Bring their heads to ."
He was t with silence as Bnapbnap bellowed at Raurau, "Vice-Captain! Answer !"
"Vice..." He couldn’t finish his shout upon seeing a stunned Raurau stare at the bowl with a fear-stricken expression bordering fright and most of all...
Shaful regret!
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