Blola’s Future Trump Cards

Two hundred kilometres from the entrance of Varahan Enclave stood Orakha, leaning on the trunk of a tree, his gaze calmly directed towards the narrow entrance leading into the Enclave. Seated twenty metres away, adjacent to a boulder was Blola, sitting under its shade.

As he continued to observe, a hole jutted beside his feet as Virala in his Mystic Ewworm form drilled out, spitting in irritation upon reverting to human form, "She has only revived Yennda and is interrogating him as we speak."

"This is indeed an issue," Orakha frowned. If Yarsha Zahara had focused on reviving both Yennda and Grehha, then it was a simple matter for Virala to assassinate the two. Even now, he had returned after spying upon the actions of the Wean Clan.