"As long as you're alive, their Deity won't appear. So, to them, you're an absolute bother."
"Bullshit," Inala snorted, "I made the Quip Clan."
"Yeah, but you have to understand something here, Dad." Gannala eyed Inala and said in concern, "The reason you became the Royal Zinger was thanks to the connection you had with the Empyrean Zingers back then through the Nature of Spatial Immune System."
"That's a Mammoth Clan Nature mimicking the relationship between Mammoth Clansmen and their Empyrean Tusk." She placed her hand on her lap and tapped once, causing a stone table to appear. Her finger danced on its surface once and carved out the image of the Royal Zinger, "You merely modified that characteristic."
"When you changed your Race, whether it was me or Asaeya, we were disappointed with you. That's the natural response, due to the nature of these genetic biases." She eyed Inala, "Even though you're the same, Dad, you are not the Royal Zinger."
