Virala Surrenders

'Who the fuck is it now?' Virala frowned, irritated upon missing the two Nature Weapons moments before he was about to gain possession of them. But he felt pressured when his Empyrean Tusk form was sent kneeling on the ground.

His mind whirred as he observed the visible sign of relief on the faces of the three Royals that lay amidst the debris from the railway, 'There's only one existence here that can make them feel this way.'

'Shit! I was too late!' Virala cursed in response but promptly calmed down, thinking of the worst-case scenario. 'Since it's impossible to escape, I should make preparations for my revival and protect what I need.'

He coiled his trunk before his mouth, using it as a cover for his moustache that sprouted and travelled into his stomach biome and coiled around the Nature Weapon of Refiner. Once it was brought out, he swapped it with his Nature Weapon of Artillery.