“It’s the land of savages,” Hanzo exclaimed, pointing at a map that was placed on Tyr’s lap.

The other two were standing beside Hanzo, also staring at the map of Ainsveld.

“So that’s where you want to go next?” Tyr questioned, “Why?”

Hanzo didn’t hesitate to answer: “Ovalantis is fine to stay in, but not for much longer. We should stay on the move, as to not get caught by Rock Saelfine eventually. Above that, only through the Zasea Kingdom can we truly leave Ainsveld.”

He looked up at Tyr, “If your goal is to explore to world, you want to leave this continent right?”

“Yes…” Tyr replied.

“So then, we have no other choice but to go there.”

Noa turned, “Hmm…” She noised, “The land of savages huh?” She paused, changing her train of thought, “So Tyr, how exactly will we start to make you the ruler of the world? Will we create an army, and perhaps start conquering regions?”

Tyr didn’t delay an answer: “Yes.”

Malon furrowed his brows, “Is that our next step? I mean… are you sure?”

Tyr sighed, “Well, thats the eventual goal. Right now though, I just want to gain power. I don’t think we have to take direct steps like that. Thats the final dream, but right now I want to explore and do other things. I want to gain experience and…”

He paused, knowing that he of course also wanted to save his family potentially and also get revenge on Uriel Thalorin.

He couldn’t say that right now, however, as it would only confuse the others.

“Lets just keep exploring and see how it goes. I think we will end up where we want that way.” With these final words from Tyr, everyone remained silent.

Tyr looked at the map, “I like the idea of Zasea. A more secluded land filled with completely different cultures… lets go there next.” He also paused for a moment, “After that… only time will tell what we do.”

…

“Sounds good to me.” Hanzo smiled.

“Mmhmm!” Noa exclaimed.

Malon chuckled, “Lets go.”

With that, Tyr closed his eyes, “Hanzo… give me more health capsules. All this talking has me nearly dead.” He groaned.

*Month’s passed*

During this time, the news of the Fire Dragon within Ainsveld spread like wildfire.

After the Continental Meeting, where many topics including the Fire Dragon were discussed, news began to print stories like crazy.

Every city of every kingdom, including even the outskirts villages, seemed to get their fair shares of newspapers dropped on their streets.

If not for that, all TV stations and radios only sounded the large news of what occurred during the Continental Meeting.

So many decisions were made during this rare get togethor that it was enough to hold up queue in the news station’s schedule for over a month.

Every intellignet person came to know about the Dragon, and many started their journey to go out and hunt the beast.

Tyr and his group on the other hand hadn’t been involved in much of this. Well, they were technically in the center of it all, being as the dragon that everyone was after, was inside of Tyr after all.

But nonetheless, they were more focused on other things.

They traveled northwest, through forest, desert, and tundra alike.

Through their journey of cities, villages, and even small kingdoms, everyone spent time getting stronger.

Tyr stayed back during the entire time, allowing his body to heal. Despite his physical body healing much faster, his Aura Core still needed much more time to regenerate in comparison.

Their hunter group stopped by these societies for sometimes even days at a time.

Hanzo sometimes learned new tricks, bought better gadgets for himself, and also spent his time cultivating.

Malon continued to practice the combat training that he learned from the Thors Guild Vice Guildmaster. Along with that, he cultivated to gain strength as well.

Noa practiced with her gun as well, not only with her aim but also to empower the weapon with even more Aura.

She worked on creating various types of binds for all different types of occasions.

As they completed missions, fought beasts naturally, and continued traveling across the continent, they all became a bit stronger little by little.

The only one who lacked behind was Tyr.

‘Tsk…’ Tyr mused, ‘Its annoying that I don’t get to train or do much of anything… but I guess I have to pay a price for all that power I gained in Tarnish.’

After their most recent city visit, they prepared for a long journey across a large lake.

After staying the night at a harbor village, they set off early the next morning on a fairly large wooden ship.

They packed supplies that would last them about 2 weeks since their trip was estimated to be no less than 1 week in length.

“Overpreparing is better than starving to death.” Noa laughed, sitting on the ship as she read the local newspaper.

Tyr and the others chilled out as well, as all they could do was wait.

It was decent at first, like a time of rest after all the shit they had been going through.

But eventually, the peace turned into boredom.

A week passed, and still, no sign of land had shown itself.

“Its because of your shit steering skills!” Tyr yelled at Hanzo, who retorted back without hesitation:

“We would be on Tarnish if you were to be steering the ship!”

As they argued, the days continued to pass…

The food, that was already getting rationed, was starting to dwindle down.

*Three weeks later*

By this point, the entire crew had eaten nothing for a week straight.

They all resembled pale skeletons who had just risen from the dead.

“So…” Tyr said amongst the silence and dread of the group. “Why didn’t we just swim back to shore?”

Hanzo stared at Tyr as if he was a dumbass.

“We aren’t anywhere near land. I’ve scanned the area on my Hoverski over a hundred times through this trip… theres never any land.”

“Hoverski? So thats what its called…” Tyr said, looking to the side.

“GUYS!” Malon suddenly screamed, “Its… its…” He stammered, standing at the very front of the ship, near the steering wheel.

The others quickly rushed up there as they heard his wails.

“ITS LAND! LANNDDD HOOO!!”

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