***AUTHOR NOTE***

Sorry for the late chap everyone. My internet is being stupid and randomly turning off. I hope it gets fixed soon, but until then please have patience if something like this happens again.

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Jaws gaped and fell to the floor. Even the slaves beside Noa faced up for the first time since they entered the stage.

“W-what are you saying?” Hanzo exclaimed in disbelief, “You just declared war on the entire empire.” He faced Tyr’s eyes but was suddenly taken aback.

There were no second thoughts in the young man’s eyes, and Hanzo instantly recognized this.

‘Oh…’ Hanzo thought to himself, closing his eyes at that moment for a short duration.

When they opened again, a smile had formed on his face, “So be it then. Fuck this empire!”

Malon’s head jerked toward Hanzo, his face riddled with astonishment.

Hanzo looked at him and nodded.

Malon took a moment to take it all in but didn’t hesitate much to make a decision.

“Yeah… fuck this place! I hope it crumbles under its reign!” He yelled.

Goghfrey remained silent, his shocked expression replaced with a shadowed face.

After a short moment, he placed his palm on his face and shook his head side to side, “Heh…” He chuckled, “All my life as a Lord in this empire and I haven’t ever witnessed such foolishness.”

He turned to face Tyr fully, his expression disdainful and threatening: “You all are nothing but a bunch of peasant brats who know nothing about the real world, yet you think you can speak as if you are on some sort of high horse? Pathetic! All you’ve done is throw your lives into the gutters!”

His head jerked toward the Supreme Guard: “Sir Thaddeus! Do you now see their intentions!?”

Thaddeus raised his hammer, swinging it around in the air as gusts of wind began to twirl into it like a hurricane.

It took mere seconds for a strong pull to cover the entire hall as if the man was a black hole sucking everything in.

“Thy word… is thy bond. By insulting this grand empire, you have caused doom upon your entire bloodlines and your very lives…” He paused, raising his chin as he slowly floated into the air.

The wind pull became even stronger as the man continued to fly up.

Tyr stormed down the stairs, his gaze not leaving Thaddeus’ body for even a split second.

“Tyr!” Hanzo shouted, “The bastard’s getting serious now… you said all you wanted to say, but do you have a way to actually back it up? The Tyr I know wouldn’t just say things as dangerously stupid as this without having some sort of plan in mind…”

He paused, looking at Tyr, “Right?”

Malon also stared at Tyr with anticipation.

“Of course, I have a plan, damn it! We are all leaving this dump togethor… I’ll promise you that.” Tyr declared, stopping in his tracks as he stared at the man above.

“Dishonerable heathens!” Thaddues shouted, his voice somehow carried by the wind and now echoing through the hall.

The wind was so strong that the clothing and hair on everyone’s body were standing straight up as though frozen.

Goghfrey left the scene, rushing up the stairs before an attack came down.

Thaddeus finished his declaration at that moment: “DIE!” He said in a furious tone, widening his eyes as he slammed his hammer toward the ground.

A spiral of wind the size of a flying dragon swooped down from his hammer and raged toward the three on the ground.

‘Fast…’ Was all that Hanzo could think, pulling his bowstring back. However, he knew he would be far too late to use his Defense as it currently stood.

Malon had already formed a giant shield, but the look of worry in his eyes displayed the fact that he didn’t have much hope to survive this.

However, in the midst of their vision, a glowing golden figure leaped into the air right in the center wind attack’s route.

‘W-what the… fuck!?’ Hanzo thought, his eyes expanding with horror.

Malon was at a loss, as was Noa.

However, Tyr did not falter. His expression had not weakened whatsoever, his piercing eyes locked onto Thaddeus’ like a vipers.

‘I am immune…’ Tyr said as the front of the wind attack formed into a transparent dragon head and devoured him–crashing into him with full force.

His eyes did not flinch even a bit as the wind thrust at his body… and was repelled to the side like a faucet of water hitting a flat spoon.

The immense pressure and wind force of the dispersed air pushed everything below it several feet away, crashing various instruments, food items, chairs, and decorations into each other as Malon and Hanzo were propelled back several feet.

‘Reverse.’ As Tyr said this, the reflecting wind suddenly disappeared.

Hanzo stopped blocking his face due to the crazy wind force disappearing, finally able to see that the wind was seemingly absorbing into Tyr like a drain.

‘Holy… fuck.’ Was all he could think.

‘Tyr… how can you do this? Just what are you?’ Malon was entirely at a loss for words.

Even Thaddeus raised his left brow in confusion, “Impossible… what type of Ancestral Ability grants such a ludicrous power?”

Out of nowhere, Tyr’s fierce expression morphed into a smirk, “Is that a hint of defeat entering your mind that I see?” He said as the last of the wind sucked into his body.

He instinctively raised his hand, causing a giant hammer made of rich purple aura to summon in his grip.

He swirled it around just as Thaddeus had done, having absorbed both the ability and how it was performed.

A giant vortex of wind was formed within two seconds, rivaling that of Thaddeus’ without any signs of incompetence.

Thaddeus furrowed his brows as Tyr suddenly thrust the purple hammer toward him, even letting go of the weapon as it traveled with the wind spiral.

“How insane… has a True God blessed this planet once again?” He said under his breath, perplexed with disbelief as the wind dragon head crashed into him.

It threw him out of the theater roof, dragging him several hundred feet into the air.

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