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Noa and Malon both looked at each other with shock. After a couple of seconds, the sides of their mouths started to pull upwards slightly, as if to form a smile.

Malon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Even more so than the fact that Hanzo was back to normal, the way in which he did it filled Malon with awe:

‘Did he just… create a false dream in his mind to go fight and save Tyr?’ He was riddled with disbelief simply on thinking about this:

‘Not just a false promise… I know Hanzo wouldn’t be able to function on something petty like that. No… he actually reached into his heart and grabbed a goal to place on that throne… and it was only to save Tyr.’

This wasn’t a feat many people can do, and that’s why Malon was even more surprised that Hanzo did it right in front of his face.

Noa had already wiped her tears by now. No matter what happened, she didn’t have the peace of mind to focus on it.

People were dying right now, and she was the only one who could get Hanzo to the warehouse to aid in the battle.

‘When the responsibility is in my hands… I can’t stay here whimpering.’ She thought to herself, standing with a fierce look.

“Lets go!” She yelled, opening a rift in dimensional space using her Aura Array breaking ability.

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‘Whats this? I can think?’ Tyr suddenly said to himself. As he verified this, he suddenly felt his limbs again one by one.

With that, he opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a blaring orange ray shining down upon him.

He had never seen such an illustrious, glorious, beautiful sun in his entire life.

He shielded his eyes with his hand, but when he lifted his arm–it felt as though it didn’t weigh a feather.

He sat up from a laid position. Looking down, he noticed that his body was intact. It had no cuts or bruises, no blood, and no holes in it, which, quite frankly, he had expected.

At that moment, he began to smell a faint, yet delicious and sweet aroma.

‘Oh? My nose wasn’t working this entire time, and I only noticed just now…’ Tyr mused with slight surprise.

The scent was like a million fruits dancing together in a bundle of joyous worship. Each strip of smell was its own form of sour or sweet, all mixing to form a cacophony of emotions and flavors.

There was no doubt about it, Tyr had never smelled something so pleasant.

He realized that he couldn’t hear anything right now either. But when he took note of that fact, his ears began to work all of a sudden.

A low, deep, yet loud hum seemed to dominate the background of wherever he was.

It was so loud, yet so blissful and divine to the ears, that Tyr couldn’t fully grasp what noise it was.

All he could tell was that it sounded like ‘R’.

As he began to hear this sound, the sky above him changed.

He looked up with awe as he saw thousands of letters–no smaller than clouds–begin to roam the sky.

They littered the entire world, like a dome above Tyr–outside of the clouds, yet inside of where the sun was.

The letters were golden and unable to be understood by even GG.

They moved as opposed to each other after each row, the one on top moving left slowly, and the one on the bottom moving right.

Just like this, the pattern followed and consumed the entire sky.

The golden letters were amazing to behold.

Tyr looked elsewhere, surveying the magnificent forest he was in.

The trees above him were ones that he had never seen in his entire life. Their sheer size rivaled that of mountains.

Cities and even some small kingdoms could be built on them from the looks of it.

Tyr stood, his maw gaping slightly in awe at these giant mangled trees.

The bark was a rich brown, the leaves an amazing green color that spewed with life.

Finally, Tyr took notice of the sun. It was large, orange, and looked slightly different from the sun Tyr was used to.

‘Must be a different planet then…’

The sun was slightly oblong–not a perfect circle. The shape matched somewhat that of a mango.

“Where the hell am I…” Tyr confusedly exclaimed, looking around this overwhelming and ethereal land with bewilderment.

“Hahaha!” A loud and confident laugh sounded from within the forest.

“How crazy is your ambition, son? To come straight here for help!” The voice of this person was comforting for some reason.

It was courageous, yet had a hint of comedy behind it as well–truly like a father.

“Who are you? And what do you mean I came here for help?” Tyr didn’t even attempt to find this person.

For some reason, he understood that he wouldn’t be able to find him.

And this wasn’t due to any other reason except for the fact that in the back of his mind, Tyr instinctively understood somehow that he was speaking to this person only because he was allowed to do so right now.

“Who am I? My names stretch along the trillions.”

Tyr’s eyes widened slightly, “What…” He said under his breath.

“Forget about me… who are you?”

Although these were simple words, Tyr was slightly taken aback by them. Right now, everything that was happening felt like a dream… yet, an experience had never felt so real to Tyr before either.

It was surreal… overwhelming to every pourus of his body and more.

“Who am I?” Each word Tyr said felt like it had the most meaning in the world.

Each thought chose a part of his brain to highlight and dissect.

Wherever this place was, it was no joke.

“I am Tyr Evolion Thalonis.” Tyr proclaimed loudly.

“Ah… and what is your claim? Are you powerful? Do you have a dream, son?”

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, thinking about this for a moment: “I… am powerful!” Tyr felt he was safe to say whatever he felt at this moment.

No… in fact, he believed there was no other option.

“Through the years I have learned to become stronger. Using the Grimoire of The Gods, I have leveled up and gained pets. Through my journey, I have gained friends and foes. I have gained The Boon Of The Sun Devourer. And my dream… is to become the most powerful under the sun!

That way, all is mine, and none can limit me.”

“Oh?” The radiant voice seemed to be caught off by that last part, “Hahaha!” He broke out into a heartfelt laugh. “I see…”

A long pause ensued, where Tyr felt it right to say:

“Look… I need to go back to where I was. I have people to protect… others to kill.”

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“How can I get back? Don’t tell me I’ve already died…”

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The voice finally spoke up, “Tyr Evolion Thalonis!” His voice echoed loudly.

It had completely changed from what it sounded like before.

It was now godly, transcendent, and omniscient–coming from all directions, inside and out.

Each word that came from this figure made Tyr’s heart shudder with bass, with the ground quake with force.

“When a gifted soul finds its life to be at an end, it comes to its Ancestral Sanctuary. There are many of these for each gifted being, and for some, it takes an infinite amount of chances to step foot on even the lowest one, let alone the most supreme…”

Tyr felt these words in his mind, in his soul, in his bones, and inside of his own skin.

It was like all bodily parts of his had been taken away, atoms and all, and instead replaced with the words coming out from this person.

“Yet you, and your magnificent flame of ambition, have arrived at the greatest plateau! I wanted to see what you were like… now go… have my hand… and do what you must do.”

Those reforged atoms in Tyr’s body felt an extra boost of strength, radiating like tiny suns of their own.

“You are still only a bud in your journey, and one day, you will grow even taller than these trees you see before you. Until then, do whatever you deem to be right… for you are the one who will carry the light on your shoulders.”

‘W-what?’ These were Tyr’s last thoughts as he abruptly lost consciousness.

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