"What do you mean?" Inala's expression turned into a glare, while in the background, the force applied on a Zinger Aristocrat intensified and overcame its Tangible Psychokinesis, splatting it into the ground.
Inala increased the pressure he applied to Hunsar's Zinger Guard chest.
"Unlike the Mammoth Clan, the Quip Clan can think for itself. We're all aware you're Inala, even if you are in the body of a Brully." Hunsar coughed out blood, "Many were still against the idea of harming you, even if we instinctively felt compelled to do so. Because at the end of the day,"
"You created us."
Hearing his words, Inala's expression turned gloomy, understanding exactly what had happened: 'I played right into her hands.'
The Zinger Representative—Zhya!
