The traumatizing noises of weapons clanging and Aura exploding boomed through the air.

A war had broken out outside of the warehouse. Reana observed everything from the sidelines.

She hid between tree branches, photographing the bloodbath before her.

A teardrop trickled down her cheek, dropping down her face.

It fell down as she clicked more pictures. The droplet splashed on a Zasean native’s head as he stormed into the battlefield with a cry.

Along with him came hundreds more through the forest, joining the giant battle before them.

Aura waves crashed through dozens of Zasean soliders.

Others, who avoided these attacks, clashed their weapons with robed Black Merchant Guild members.

“Close to a thousand soldiers for us…” Reana said under her breath. She was shaking, and so was her voice.

Her eyes moved, looking at the warehouse. The warehouse was there physically, but from it came hundreds upon hundreds of robed individuals.

It was like the walls of the warehouse were portals.

“Over three thousand soldiers for them and counting…” She gasped accidentally, “We can’t win.” She felt her limbs go numb.

***

Tyr sat on the stone floor with his eyes closed. He was in a meditative position.

“Its been a week… yet you have not moved for even an inch.” A completely unfamiliar voice came from the shadows.

Tyr’s eyelids finally opened.

“So you finally decide to speak…” His voice was low.

“You act as though you know who I am…”

Tyr scoffed slightly, “It was your attack that transported me here… but that isn’t why I know its you who is speaking to me.” Tyr stood up.

“Oh? Then why…”

With a nonchalant expression, Tyr said: “You are paralyzed in real life… but here, in your little playhouse, you can do whatever you want. You can speak… you can kill, you can fly, you can create. You can do anything you want.”

“Hmhmhm.” A slight laugh echoed through the void as Tyr said those words.

Tyr replied: “Why are you laughing? All of those things I mentioned… they don’t exist. Only here they are real. Only in the figment of your imagination.”

There was total and utter silence.

‘Looks like I pissed him off.’ Tyr smirked inwardly.

He continued: “That is your Ancestral Ability, right? To teleport people inside of your own brain…”

More silence, prompting Tyr to continue:

“Oh… I see… is it your great Ancestral Ability that made you paralyzed? Everything is worth something else…”

Not a word came from the void, causing Tyr to speak even more:

“Hahaha!” He burst into a laugh, “How pitiful! Truly… its sad. To get such a powerful ability… but to lose your real functions.”

After another moment of silence, Tyr’s expression turned serious as he said: “I bet you would give all of this away to be a normal human again even if it was just for one day. Too bad… you were born inferior, cursed by your own power. What horrible ancestors you have. What a treacherous life you live. If I were you, I would end it all–“

“STOP IT NOW!” A voice roared through the infinite darkness from all directions.

A grin stretched across Tyr’s face, “Oh… did you finally have enough?”

“SILENCE!” The screamed, “You will not insult me in my own world. I AM GOD HERE!”

Tyr snarled, “A child in a man’s body. You are no God…”

“Is that what you think? Do you understand my power!? I control time itself. It has been mere seconds, yet I have forced you to remain here for a week. I can continue… I can make you think that you are going to live here for eternity.

In fact, I can make you go through eternity right now, infinite times over in mere seconds!”

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, ‘Good… just like I thought, not much time has passed. I haven’t gotten hungry, so that was a tell tale sign.’

“Enough of this useless talking… I’ll do my job and end you here. Seal you, and create a new power that no world has ever seen.”

Tyr didn’t say anything, thinking: ‘He want’s me to be another one of those unstable pill weapons…’

“Feeble thing in my world… useless thing in yours. Arrogant worm that has climbed its way to glory… cocky genius who has forgotten his mortality. Where are your roots now? Where are your ancestors?

Your family… someone must destroy your name… let it be Maximillius The Infinite.”

‘Quite a speech.’ Tyr thought to himself on hearing this.

At that moment, the floor beneath him disappeared. Before he knew it, he was falling again.

He looked down, “I see…”

A giant metal sculpture of a greek woman dressed in robes was over a thousand feet below him.

A line split down the middle of the statue, and as Tyr got 500 feet away from it, the statue suddenly opened up.

It was hollow on the inside, filled with millions of large metal spikes that were already drenched with blood.

“Ultimate seal:” Maximillus said, “Bloody Iron Maiden; Mary.”

Tyr closed his eyes, ‘Im calm…’ He said to himself, his hair fluttering in the wind as he fell.

…

‘Transfer will do nothing.’

Tyr fell closer, beginning to clench his jaw.

‘Soul Mend, nothing. Blink Step might have worked, but this iron maiden is far too large.’

He neared merely 100 feet away from the spikes below, his eyes squeezing together even tighter.

‘Hypnosis is useless here. Disappear won’t help me. Soul Marking has no use. Infinite Domain will not do anything.’

40 feet away….

‘Reverse won’t work on a physical object. Ancestral Aura will not save me…’

Finally, Tyr’s eyes opened: “Full Golden Body…”

His eyes turned a bright golden color, as a golden flame erupted from his glabella.

‘It looks like I’ve been fully defeated. I will die here, most likely.’ Tyr admitted, finding no escape. This was no magical story, where he could get a free lifeline.

He was in a horrible situation, and he wasn’t going to get out of it from piss alone.

As the spikes neared him, his eyes expanded.

He clenched his teeth together as hard as possible, unleashing all of the true emotions he felt at that moment:

“AS LONG AS I LIVE… I WILL NOT LOSE!” His voice roared like a lion.

The spikes came mere feet from peircing through him, but before that, he grabbed onto them with a vice grip.

“I WILL NOT BE CAGED!” He roared at the top of his lungs.

“You will die!”

“I WILL NOT!” Tyr’s voice was so loud that it was echoing through the void.

Tyr’s grip had melded the iron spikes inwards, leaving deep indents in the metal.

“Your freedom ends here!”

“IT DOES NOT!” Tyr’s voice boomed once again as he tore one of the spikes out of the wall.

He looked up, noticing the doors of the maiden slowly beginning to close.

If it closed, the spikes would impale him completely. He understood this, but continued to grab the spikes in front of him.

“What reason do you have to yell? You are already dead! You were dead from the moment you entered this place…”

“Even if I die… I WILL NOT DIE!” Tyr roared, crushing another iron spike.

“What!? What are you even sayi–“

“Whether I have to destroy the gates of Heaven or climb from the very depths of hell… I will come back. I can not die… I WILL NOT LOSE!”

Tyr wasn’t thinking at this moment. He was simply stating what he felt at that moment.

His abmition was immense, raging like a fire never before seen.

Even in the face of a continent-devouring tsunami, which was the fact that his death was near, his flame of ambition only continued to increase in size.

*CREAAAK*

The doors above him swung over 90 degrees, suddenly falling as though pushed by springs.

Tyr let go of the spikes he had pulled out of the walls, and placed his back there instead–facing the spikes on the doors of the iron maiden head on.

*SLAM*

The doors shut tight.

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