Grwoohh!
Bubbles escaped his mouth as Inala felt suffocated. The water intended to surge in and drown him, applying pressure on his body. The jagged edges of a few rocks had pierced his body, drawing out blood.
His consciousness slipped in and out as Inala lay helpless. He took a moment to analyse his situation and then brought out the Silver Biome Bomb. His Major Treasure of Weapon was holding it as a Spirit Weapon.
The Silver Biome Bomb latched its two tendrils on him and seeped in Prana. It was a paltry sum for his body, as after the Silver Grade Prana was converted into Gold Grade Prana, not much remained.
Every few seconds, Inala gained one unit of Prana, which wasn't enough to treat him.
Mystic Sumatra Art—Regeneration Affinity!
His most dangerous injuries began to heal as Inala used his Billakin hands to tap the rocks trapping him. A touch, and a rock turned to dust. However, it consumed a lot of Prana too.
