Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

*A minute prior*

For a minute or so, Cyllia and Yurin were struggling with Hanzo.

Despite sharing malice toward each other at this point, they understood that working together was their best chance at defeating this monster.

They knew that he was in a weakened state still, which was a boost of hope for them.

Still, they were on the backfoot while facing him. This just went to show Hanzo's prowess.

All three of them were primarily long-range fighters, so for this minute, none of them had gotten any closer.

Instead, Cyllia and Yurin had been running all around Hanzo, attempting to get in any shots they could.

The two finally came together for a moment.

"Listen here bitch... I'll kill you if we manage to beat him," Yurin said, staring at Hanzo but talking to Cyllia who was on his left.

Cyllia held the same stance, "Same here... but let's focus on what's in front of us."

"Tsk."

They both ran forward at the same time.

Hanzo raised a brow, 'Oh? A duel close-range attack? Let's see...' He prepared to parry their blows and come back with a strike of his own.

But then, he saw a figure appear from the sky at the very top of his vision.

He paused, slightly astonished to see Tyr falling.

'What is he...?' Hanzo questioned, exhaling slightly as he touched his stomach.

'Tsk... the healing is getting worse since I'm moving. I won't be able to fight for long.' He thought to himself but was suddenly taken aback in shock by what he abruptly saw...

Tyr landed in front of Cyllia and Yurin with a loud thud. They both backed up immediately, noticing the sudden threat ahead.

'Blink Step.'

"W-what the--?" Yurin attempted to say under his breath but was shocked to find Tyr in front of his face.

Tyr's gaze was wide and seething with hatred. It was the most horrifying pair of eyes to look at in such a close distance.

Tyr clenched his fist as hard as he could and thrust it into the center of Yurin's stomach.

Without having time to react, Yurin felt a monstrous blow to his gut, forcing out all the air in his lungs.

He wheezed, falling onto his knees as his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head.

'How... did he get so... strong? That strength is like Hanzo's...'

Cyllia lunged at Tyr, "STOP!" She screamed as she whipped at the young man.

Tyr abruptly turned, grabbing the tip of the whip in mid-air and yanking it toward him.

Cyllia's light body flew at him out of nowhere. Tyr reached forward with his fingers extended, using Cyllia's momentum to tear right through her stomach.

A splash of blood, guts, and ligaments burst through the other side, along with Tyr's hand.

Cyllia immediately let go of her whip, both of her hands falling onto Tyr's arm as her body slowed to a stop and a drop of blood slowly trickled down her lip.

Her eyes gazed deeply into Tyr's. "P-please..." She suddenly uttered, coughing out even more blood during the process.

"Please... have mercy. You remember our friendship..." A genuine smile appeared on her face, "You remember it... right?"

Tyr paused, his stoic gaze not leaving Cyllia's pupils for even a fraction of a second.

"No." He simply stated, forcefully pulling his hand out. Cyllia landed on her knees.

Before she fell onto her face, Tyr slashed his spear across her neck, grabbing her decapitated head by the hair and throwing it toward Hanzo.

It bounced across the grass a few times before rolling right to Hanzo's feet.

Hanzo looked down with squinted eyes. He looked worried.

'Tyr...' He said inwardly.

Tyr didn't turn around. "That's for Jonas." He said to Cyllia's corpse before moving to Yurin, who was now slowly getting to his feet.

Tyr picked him up by his hair.

"St-stop!" Yurin abruptly screamed, blood also trickling down his mouth.

"Why would I stop here?"

"R-revenge... it does no one well. It will be nothing but a waste... a curse you put on yourself." Yurin replied, using as much energy as he could.

Tyr stared intensely into his eyes: "Slicing Cyllia's head off was nothing but the opposite of a curse."

As he said this, Yurin gasped in shock. 'How could he say this... did he not hate killing people!? Where has the innocent Tyr gone... who is this crazed monster!?'

"Killing her felt like the greatest of all blessings. I enjoyed every moment of it."

"Please..." Yurin silently pleaded.

Tyr spoke after a short pause: "But fine... maybe that was a one-off situation."

"Yes... yes! It won't always feel like a blessing! It will--" Yurin was abruptly cut off.

"Let's test it out with you next." A smirk appeared on Tyr's face as his eyes opened up almost maniacally.

Yurin froze in shock, "W-what?"

Without another second of delay, Tyr thrust his spear through the heart of the young man.

Yurin's life slowly seeped away from him as he hit the ground.

He moaned in pain, clutching his stomach.

Tyr stood over him, "It felt like a blessing again." He said as Yurin finally closed his eyes.

He slashed off the man's head, throwing it behind his back to Hanzo again.

With that, Tyr stood there motionless. His limbs felt numb, and a wave of weakness rippled through his body.

His eyes suddenly became moist with tears.

He bit the top of his mouth hard, his eyes and lips quivering to stop himself from crying.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the tears didn't stop... and wouldn't stop.

Hanzo stood from afar and watched as Tyr stared at the ground and silently wept.

"What Yurin said... about revenge being a curse," Hanzo said after a minute or so of this quietness.

Tyr abruptly wiped both of his eyes, gathering himself again before turning around.

"Hanzo... I already know the answer to that one. That isn't a lesson I have to learn, unlike many others which you have taught me." Tyr said with a confident look in his eyes.

Hanzo was slightly taken aback, "Oh? Well... what is it then? What's the answer? Is it good to take revenge?"

"For the innocent fallen, for the courageous fallen... for the good fallen, I will always take revenge for those that I love from this day forth. That is the vow I have made for myself from now until my last breath."

He clenched both of his fists as tight as possible, not wanting to burst out into tears again: "I won't let another person that I love die again, damn it!" He declared as rivers of tears suddenly streamed down his face again...

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