Chapter 704 Please, Hear Me Out!

Chapter 704 Please, Hear Me Out!

"Is that him?" Prana billowed out of Raaha as he entered a state of vigilance, "Is he..."

"Yes," Orakha nodded in seriousness, "That's Yamahara."

"Has our plans been leaked to the enemy?" Vhalla frowned as she stared at Orakha, "But how? We haven't moved near any Parute Tree. Even the ones in our biomes have been destroyed and we've been using Internal Inertial Gravity to destroy any the moment they begin to sprout."

"We have underestimated Sumatra's Transcendent Eater. That's all," Orakha said as he glared at Yamahara, commenting upon spreading his senses, "But this is for the better."

"He's alone." Saying so, he kicked the ground and charged towards Yamahara, activating his Human Avatar. Heat billowed out of his back and selectively ionised the air, unleashing a thrust similar to a rocket that propelled him straight toward the target.

The conical structure of the propulsion expanded and contracted while increasing their number on his back, using torque and propulsion to accurately turn his body when necessary, allowing Orakha to move around swiftly even at top speeds.

"Please..." Yamahara's voice was soft as a golden flash burst out of his body, using his mother's Skill of Prana Flash. His figure flickered from the spot and moved away at speeds similar to Orakha, allowing the two to remain at a relative distance of twenty metres from each other, "Listen to me!"

"Things will be better with you out of the picture!" Orakha snorted as he used a Mystic Eater as a whip and lashed at Yamahara, frowning upon seeing an Eddy Blade sever it into pieces. A bloody scent wafted into his nose as Orakha opened his mouth and unleashed a wave of flames.

Patches of his skin got burnt in response as Yamahara raised the distance between the two, rapidly healing himself as he shouted, "I just want to talk!"

"DON'T LEAVE!" He shouted, "It's dangerous out there!"

"And what? Stay behind to become your father's dinner?" Orakha grunted and churned his Prana faster, ignoring the pain from his chest as he was placing greater stress on his Spirit Container. Ink-Black fumes jutted out of him and pervaded the surroundings, not in the least interacting with anything.

But the moment Yamahara touched a portion by mistake, intense heat assaulted him, melting off the contact portion. His face convulsed in pain as he clapped violently, unleashing a rumbling number of Prana Shocks that dispersed the ink-black mist and sent Orakha flying.

'That's the power of Astral Chart!' Raaha's eyes widened in shock upon witnessing the fight. The power the Empyrean Boar King had used to traumatise the Mammoth Clan was now being wielded by his son.

"Hah...haah..." Yamahara heaved ragged breaths as blood mist flowed out of his body, having used a significant portion of blood in that short duration. Though he had absorbed a large volume, if he were to face the Empyrean Tusks atop Orakha, he would run out soon.

He hurriedly breathed in and out and regained his composure, his gaze firming upon seeing Orakha, 'He's so strong even at the 2-Life Stage. If he reaches his peak, Sumatra will have one more powerhouse to face the other Continents!'

"Just...hear me out, please!" Yamahara shouted, "I came bearing no harm. Please, at least listen to me first before you do whatever you want."

"Whatever we want?" Orakha healed the cracks that had formed on his Human Avatar and began to walk towards Yamahara once again, "I want your death. Will you give me that if I listen to you?"

"I can't die," Yamahara shook his head, "But just listen to me before you make the decision, alright?"

"Your father never gave us that option while he hunted us," Orakha snorted.

"If we're going into specifics, none of this would have started if the Mammoth Clan hadn't barged into the Varahan Enclave!" Yamahara's expression hardened once Orakha talked badly about his father.

He shouted upon seeing the Mammoth Clan continue to head towards the Sandy-Grey Void, "Didn't you hear me? You've seen what happens to anything that heads out!"

"You'll all die!" He said in desperation, flickering to appear between the Mammoth Clan and the Sandy-Grey Void.

"I appreciate your help, Yamahara." Orakha said, his expression of hatred softening, "But understand that this is our desperate attempt."

"Unless your father promises to leave us alone, we have no other choice but to flee."

"I promise to convince him..." Yamahara shouted, flinching upon receiving a glare from Orakha.

"As a merchant, I have a decent ability to read a person's character." Orakha stared at Yamahara for a couple of seconds, "I appreciate your efforts, Yamahara. But it seems you haven't managed to convince Brangara even after so many years. I don't know how many times you tried to do so, but it seems to be plenty."

"I'll try! As many times as it takes!" Yamahara shouted, veins popping across his neck as he watched the Mammoth Clan continue to avoid him and walk away, "Just give me time! I promise to convince him eventually. He's my father! He cares about my opinion. So, please! Give me some time and I'll ensure he's able to set aside his hatred."

"Time?" Orakha chuckled in a self-deprecating manner and stared at Yamahara to ask, "How many Boar Kings does the Wean Clan have at present?"

Seeing Yamahara's expression stiffen in response, Orakha shook his head and walked away, "That's the reason."

"The longer we wait, the more despairing it gets for us." A massive bone ship glittering with lines of Sumatra Gold appeared before the group who boarded it promptly. Standing on its deck, Orakha stared at Yamahara to say, "We have no intentions to wait until every single Wean Clansman can hunt us like your father did in the past."

The ship entered the Sandy-Grey Void, able to endure the corruption outside as it left Gaja Enclave, leaving Yamahara behind.

"I...failed, once again." Yamahara slumped on the ground and clenched his hand into fists. Tears streamed out of his eyes, "Orakha...left. He alone could have strengthened the Free Humans to a terrifying level."

"Aargh!" He roared, frustrated at his powerlessness. All he had was power and not the means to convince others, "What should I do now?"

'If the other Mystic Paths leave similarly, Sumatra will be done for!' His body trembled, fearing the enemies that would be appearing in the future, "But how? How can I convince them?"

"If you're that worried about something, you should have a chat with this old man, son." At some point in time, Brangara had silently appeared behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder to offer support, "You know I'm always on your side."

"Dad, can't we talk with the Mystic Paths?" Yamahara stared at his father, understanding upon seeing faint smoke wafting from his body to realise that Brangara had ventured into the Sandy-Grey Void, "Can't we all talk to each other?"

"A diplomatic talk will be great!"

"Do you know...?" Brangara let out a sigh and said, "A diplomatic talk is held before two sides wage a war. But,"

His expression hardened, "This war had already begun the moment I laid my eyes on Gannala during the First Major Disaster."

"And it won't end until one side is wiped out." He hugged Yamahara and walked away, "I didn't target the Mammoth Clan this time because you requested me not to. That's why I endured my impulse to not jump them when Orakha injured you. But, remember this, son."

He stated solemnly, "I'm strong! Whatever you're afraid of, I'll destroy it, even if it's a Transcendent. That's why I've been venturing into the Sandy-Grey Void in preparation. So, don't stress yourself so much, and learn to have fun once in a while."