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Dawn turned to dusk. Tyr and the others were still within Mycopolis, however, as it hadn’t been long since their journey began.

Hanzo was taking a nap as he usually did, and Malon was standing atop Rudra while configuring how his shield power worked.

He turned it small, and then large again just by thinking of applying more of his Aura.

‘During the time they were gone… I trained my ass off to be worthy of potentially joining them.’ Malon thought to himself as he continued to inspect his power, ‘I won’t let them down.’

…

Tyr on the other hand was doing his own thing. He was taking into account everything he had right now on his body.

‘1241 D Rank Beast cores, 285 C Rank Beast cores, 51, B Ranks, and finally, 3 A Ranks.’ He said inwardly. Of course, this wasn’t just all his alone, but rather the pills of the old Ultimatum up until now.

‘Along with that, I have 11 gold coins and 91 silver ones.’

Of course, he couldn’t forget about the 35,000 Extra gold they were going to receive as soon as they arrived at Rock Saelfine. That was the agreement made by Prince Michel.

He thought about the 3 A Rank cores he had. ‘A Rank cores belong to Sentinel Rank beasts… Despite their cores only being A Rank, it takes several A+ Class Hunters to take them down, or even a single S Class Hunter.’

He took a look at his new Dragonewt egg as well. ‘And this guy still needs to be hatched somehow. Maybe I need some sort of incubator for it or something… in the meantime though.’ He placed his hand on the egg.

‘I might as well Soul Mark the creature now. The connection will only be stronger.’

“Soul Marking,” Tyr said out loud with determined eyes.

A slight amount of energy sapped from the pit of his stomach. He felt his arms lose some strength for a millisecond, but it wasn’t anything unbearable.

There was not even a second of delay, as the still developing Dragonewt seemed to not have even a hint of disapproval to Tyr’s gesture of bonding.

Tyr closed his eyes, envisioning a piece of his soul mending into a piece of the unborn Dragonewts.

As the soul fragments combined, a white light shined from the egg and also Tyr’s chest. A piping red pentagram formed on both of their souls.

[Congratulations! You have successfully tamed a ###### through Soul Marking.]

‘Huh? Thats odd… maybe he isn’t fully finished developing into an identifiable beast yet…’ Tyr thought as he saw this odd detail.

[Description: ERROR.]

‘…’

[Congratulations! You have learned a new Soul Mend ability!]

[Current viable specimens: Polaris Tiger (Immense strength, durability, and speed.) ###### (ERROR).]

[Please name your new pet to complete the taming process and multiply its power under the God Grimoire.]

Tyr smirked slightly, feeling excitement within.

‘It feels the same as when I tamed Rudra…’ He thought to himself, pausing.

“A name huh? How about…”

“Ares.”

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(Author note:

“Ares” translation: “bane, ruin, curse, imprecation.” – Google.

Origin: Greek Mythology.

Ares Meaning: The legendary spirit of battle, the God of War, God of Fire.)

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After Soul Marking the Dragonewt egg, Tyr placed the creature inside Infinite Domain.

‘He’ll stay there for a bit while I figure out what to do with him. And Rudra,’ Tyr looked down.

‘Yes, master!’

‘Make sure to take care of Ares when you go to Infinite Domain.’

‘I shall take care of my comrade with the best of my ability! We both share the greatest honor of serving under you, and that alone makes him worthy of my utmost respect!’

Tyr exhaled, ‘Now… time for the big thing.’ He reached his hand out and summoned a brightly glowing golden key in his palm.

The key to his first memories was overwhelming, sending tears streaming down his face.

This time, he hoped that things were going to be no different. Of course, he didn’t want to cry, but just as much as that, he wanted to learn about his past.

There were still many questions floating around in his head about what exactly he saw in his first memory. He hoped that this key would answer them…

He raised the key, placing it in the keyhole that opened up in the air.

As soon as the click sounded, Hanzo opened his eyes and glanced at Tyr with furrowed eyebrows.

And Tyr… well he was gone. Drowned in the world of knowledge, visions, and flashes of memories.

He saw blood again, war, cries, screams. But this time, he also saw good things. Laughter, playing in green valleys of lively nature and bright blue skies.

Finally, it all stopped in a zap of a moment as Tyr found himself coddled in the warm and comfortable embrace of someone who he instantly knew to be his mother.

She had purple eyes and beautiful blonde locks of hair. She looked to be in her twenties. Her presence was ethereal, like some sort of angel.

Tyr noticed his stubby hands, which were no larger than an infant’s.

His mother leaned down, kissing him on the cheek. At that moment, Tyr felt an immense wave of nostalgic emotions crash into him.

‘Mother…’ He said, remembering his experiences with this person.

He remembered how he was loved by his mother. The various stories she used to tell him while they were alone. How she would put him to sleep under beautiful hums.

How she could carry him with pride, and how she would kiss him at every moment she could. Every fond memory of his mother, from infancy to the age of six, Tyr remembered all at once.

Suddenly, he heard the wailing of a child and then realized that was him.

“Wahh! Wahhh~”

As he cried, Tyr stared into the bright blue sky above him. The clouds sped up, quickly dipping past the horizon as glimmering stars appeared in the night sky instead.

The stars also passed, as cycles of day and night sped across the sky dozens, hundreds, and even thousands of times in but a few seconds.

Time slowed down again, Tyr finding himself in a completely different area.

It was late at night, and he stood in the courtyard of his estate with a campfire nearby.

His short little hands held a wooden sword for some reason.

He looked to the side, noticing his mother kindly smiling at him.

‘Mother…’ He thought, looking forward.

Out of nowhere, another wooden sword sped toward him.

‘What the!?’ It bumped him on the head, causing him to fall over onto his rear.

“Stars!” A sharp yell came from Tyr’s mother’s normally graceful voice, “I told you to be more careful with him!”

Tyr felt a slight buzz of pain radiate through his forehead, noticing a young man in his twenties standing a few feet in front of him.

He wore pristine royal garments and a pair of light brown pants. His eyes were a bright blue and his hair a slightly long brunette.

Tyr’s mother knelt beside him, squeezing him in her warm embrace again as she whispered with care: “Are you alright my beloved?” Her voice was soft and genuine.

But he wasn’t focusing on her words right now. Instead, he peeked at the nervous laughs of the man in front of him who he knew was his father.

The man scratched the back of his head, closing his eyes as he apologized: “Im sorry, honey. He lost focus all of a sudden! He’ll be alright though! He is my son, after all!”

Tyr’s father walked closer and stole him out of his mothers embrace–grabbing him by the arm and then throwing him up in the air before picking him back up from underneath.

Stars stared deep into Tyr’s eyes as he said: “Tyr! Say, I am the strong Thalonis bloodline! I shall never bow, never bend! I own what many call… victory!” He genuinely laughed.

Tyr felt a devastating blow of nostalgia again as the memories of his father assaulted his brain.

‘Father… father…’ He said inwardly, as the stars behind the man who he was looking at began to speed up once again.

‘Don’t leave…’ He grasped forward but touched nothing but air as his father dispersed into the air as if he was never there to begin with.

How he played with his father, trained and visited others, joked and laughed countless times. All of these memories poured like a waterfall into a small basin.

Finally, Tyr heard a familiar voice as more continuous flashes of random memories went through his vision: “His sixth birthday! That means he will unlock his Ancestral Ability. Can we have a round of applause for our little Tyr? Hahaha!”

The voice said from the distance, nowhere to be seen through Tyr’s thousands of immense flashes that he was seeing right now.

A roar of cheers and applause sounded across a large banquet as well, echoing through the space in Tyr’s mind.

‘Grandpa…?’ Tyr finally thought to himself through all of the noise on hearing that voice.

And just like that, he was back to reality; tears once again trickling down his face.

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