Tyr clenched his fist harder than before, unleashing his most powerful punch yet toward Black.

Unlike the other times, Tyr saw a pathway for his fist to connect.

His eyes widened as he attacked, the rest of his face as still as stone.

Black attempted to deflect it with a tap as he had done with the others, but his fingers weren’t able to cast this punch aside.

His eyes suddenly widened as he noticed his fingers getting pushed back, and nearly dislocated instead in that short moment.

Tyr’s fist flew forward with power, unleashing a powerful impact.

In that split second, Black had already disappeared–having moved out of the way.

The aftershock of Tyr’s attack sent a wave of wind powerful enough to crash into the trees in the distance.

Tyr turned to face Black, who was behind him.

Black looked at him with a blank face of surprise, “You… that was the first time you made me dodge.”

Tyr did not speak, his expression angry yet stoic at the same time. Intense, like a fire ready to combust at any moment.

“Hahaha!” Black laughed, “Good job… but I won’t let this battle continue any longer.” He raised one of his hands up.

As he did, a large, black scythe summoned in his grasp. It was shadowy and nearly transparent. Wrapped in a cloth made of darkness, it was easily over 20 feet in height.

“Boon Of The Shinigami… that is my Ancestral Ability… and that is what makes me God.”

Tyr squinted his eyes, ‘Shinigami… Gods of Death in Japanese Mythology.’

“With this spear, I can do whatever I choose with your soul. That includes taking it across the rivers to hell, heaven, or even use it in any personal way I deem fit.” Black said, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Tyr’s reaction.

The latter had no reaction to this on the outside. No matter what power Black said he had, it wouldn’t matter. Tyr was adamant that he would win today no matter what the circumstances.

Seeing this, Black slashed his scythe across the air and toward Tyr’s side.

Tyr reached for his spear, holding it with both hands to the side of his abdomen like nunchucks.

*CLANG*

Black’s scythe slammed against Tyr’s spear, the two of them struggling for a moment.

“Argh!” Black exclaimed, pushing with even more force. Tyr was overpowered and thrown into the ground in a mere second.

He landed with a loud thud, but despite this, get got up as if nothing had happened.

Black raised an eyebrow as he saw this.

Tyr was also slightly confused, ‘I have taken no damage… and I feel no fear. Yet, I am still losing.’ He looked at his hands, ‘I don’t have control over his power…’

He thought back to the voice he had communicated with in the Ancestral Sanctuary.

‘What do I need to do…’ He thought to himself as he floated back up. Brushing off his thoughts for a moment, Tyr blitzed toward Black.

‘Soul Mend: Polaris Tiger.’

With increased strength, he unleashed a barrage of punches toward the man.

This time, Black dared not deflect any punches. He dodged them all inside, and still got away unscathed.

He backed up, swinging his scythe again and pummeling Tyr into the ground.

When Tyr arose this time, he felt a coldness in his heart which he had never felt before. It was like a frozen chamber had summoned around his still-beating heart.

He heard Black’s light chuckles at that moment, looking up.

Black was holding something in his land that resembled a ball of light. The orb was no bigger than a cantaloupe, its color a brilliant gold.

On seeing this, Tyr looked down and caressed his chest, ‘My soul…’ He immediately understood.

“Let’s see what resides here…” Black smirked, closing his eyes.

Instantly, he was transported to an immense domain of infinite thoughts floating around an endless void of space.

He looked around at the millions of memories flying past him like flashes of light.

‘An Auraless planet?’ He thought to himself, perplexed. He dove even deeper, finding what looked to be an enormous fire so large that it felt like it could destroy the very infinity he beheld.

‘What is the cause…’

He dove even deeper to beyond Tyr’s life…

Then he saw it. Something that should remain untold.

His maw gaped as his eyes widened, shock filling his eyes as a smiling face stared back at him.

What he saw at that moment was indescribably shocking. He had never felt such bewilderment, confusion, and disbelief at one moment.

He instantly zapped out of this state, returning to the normal world.

He looked down, his pupils dancing rapidly as thoughts raced through his mind, “E-everything was…” He muttered under his breath.

Then, he looked up at Tyr with an entirely different look in his eyes.

Tyr, in this state, could sense every emotion coming from those eyes.

‘Shock…’ Tyr said to himself, confused by the feelings he was suddenly witnessing from Black’s eyes:

‘Astonishment… fear… hysteria… and fear?’ Tyr spun his spear around him and harshly thrust it to his side before raising it into the air.

“Return my soul!” In a swift motion, he pointed the spear at Black.

The golden orb returned from the man’s hand and entered Tyr’s chest, returning that warm feeling back to the young man.

Tyr spun his spear around himself, “I understand it now.” His voice was loud, confident, like a roaring blaze.

“I can see why this power is useful.” He began to float up even more, leveling himself to where Blackw was.

“This is not infinite strength or defense. This power is not some sort of mega boost to everything I control.”

As he said this, Black remained silent. He was seemingly still at a loss from what he had seen in Tyr’s soul, specifically in his past life…

“Thinking back to my talk with that being in the Ancestral Sanctuary… I understand that this power that he has given me is one of sight. Of seeing, understanding… I can see not only with my eyes, but with all other parts of my body. Nose, ear… hell, I can see with every atom.”

The Aura around him began to grow and burn even brighter. With each swing of his spear around his body, the Aura danced like rays of the sun.

“All I have to do to control this power is… see.”

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