"He's a God!"
"The Deity of Grains!" The people muttered as they stared at him, naturally drawn to him, despite not seeing his visage.
Looking at their shabby appearances, Inala proclaimed, aloud, "The Ganrimb Kingdom has fallen."
"What?"
"How?"
"That makes no sense!"
"Impossible!"
"Does anyone want proof?" Inala asked calmly as he looked around and eyed the people, "I don't mind bringing you over to witness. Those that are brave enough, step forward."
"I can't believe you." One of the people stepped forward. His appearance was the least haggard among the refugees. His clothes too were the most luxurious. He was the scion of a powerful family within Ellora City, with his father at the 3-Life Stage.
His family produced multiple experts in all fields, existing since the beginning of Ellora City. Hence, his words did have some credibility, even though he was just thirteen years old. With Prana reaching fifty at such a young age, he was pretty talented.
