Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Arin suddenly appeared beside Tyr, sneaking her way up from out of the crowd.

She grabbed onto one of Tyr's arms, which was nearly the size of her waist.

"Wow! You just don't care, huh? That's a dangerous habit to have... challenging anyone you see." Arin chuckled.

Tyr raised a brow while glancing down at her. "I was hoping he would try something... it might have been fun. But since he's not in my way, I don't care. Anyways, where did you even disappear off to? Are you scared of that guy or something?"

"Scared? Hahaha!" Arin suddenly burst out into a peal of laughter. "You really are silly!"

Tyr narrowed his eyes with confusion.

'What other kind of observation could I have made there?' he said to himself.

"I didn't want to ruin your experience," Arin finally said after laughing.

Tyr looked confused. "Ruin my experience? What do you mean? Nothing even happened there."

Arin smirked. "Oh... yes, it did. Many dominoes just fell for you in the future."

"Huh? Are you talking about your future-telling crap again? If you know everything that is going to happen, why not just tell me?"

"Oop!" Arin exclaimed. "That is far above my capabilities!"

"Huh??" Tyr was completely baffled.

In the midst of their conversation, a booming noise calmly rang through the streets of the Immortal Peak.

Tyr quickly looked up at the large tower at what looked to be the center of the city.

It was a tall building with a bright blue crystal at its tip, releasing pulses of energy that exuded loud bell-like noises.

The sound was very loud, beating the eardrums like bongos. However, it was also very comforting and alerting.

"Hmm... I guess our little date is over," Arin muttered under her breath with a small frown. She looked up at Tyr. "Tyr! This was fun... I'll show you around more next time!"

"Next time?" Tyr said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "What was that noise?"

"The branch bells. They signal when it's time for training. All Hunters have to gather there."

"You won't be coming?" Tyr asked. "Are you not a Hunter as well?"

Arin smiled slightly. "I have... other things to attend to. I'll see you around."

Tyr turned as Arin walked away. He sighed. "What an exhausting person..." he mumbled before following the vibration of the bell.

He moved on, excited for what was to come. "I'm curious what they will train us on... this is the best faction on the continent according to Huevas..." Just thinking of his power growing was enough to incite eagerness within him.

As he made his way to what he imagined would be the training grounds, Tyr couldn't help but be a bit confused by how independent everyone was.

'From the journey here to everything else when you get here... you have to figure it all out by yourself. If I didn't have Arin to tell me what was what, I could imagine some people being easily overwhelmed in my situation.'

After a minute or so of walking, Tyr realized he still hadn't seen a single other Hunter yet.

'They must all have already arrived, or are much closer than me,' he thought.

He looked around at the civilians.

'All of these people are former Hunters, right? They shouldn't mind seeing a beast. Come out, Rudra.'

The large white tiger leaped out of Tyr's hand, taking a few steps before kneeling.

Tyr hopped onto the beast's back. "Let's go," Tyr ordered, Rudra eagerly replying:

'Yes, master!' he roared, lunging forward into a full-blown sprint.

Due to Tyr's orders, Rudra made sure not to break anything on his way, but still rushed through the streets and across rooftops in quick succession.

Before long, the tightly packed houses and bustling markets began to fade, replaced by open spaces and fewer buildings.

The streets widened, and Tyr found himself on a grand open road stretching endlessly to the left and right, its surface paved with smooth, polished stone that gleamed faintly under the sunlight.

Ahead of him stood an imposing gate, forged from golden steel with intricate carvings of mythical beasts and runic patterns glowing faintly with blue Aura. Beyond the gate, a sprawling structure dominated the horizon.

'That must be the training facility,' Tyr mused as he dismounted Rudra, the tiger gracefully kneeling to let him off before entering Infinite Domain.

The area was alive with movement. Dozens of Hunters poured into the street, their steps purposeful and expressions resolute.

The air hummed with an undercurrent of energy, a mixture of tension and excitement as they made their way through the gates.

Tyr followed, stepping into a massive courtyard that stretched wider than any he had ever seen.

The ground was paved with finely cut stone tiles arranged in intricate geometric patterns, each pulsating faintly with residual Aura, as if the very courtyard had been used for countless battles and ceremonies.

At the heart of the courtyard stood a colossal palace, its architecture breathtaking and regal.

A structure rose high into the sky, its towering spire crowned with a radiant crystal that shimmered with ever-changing colors.

The palace wasn't a single building but an interconnected network of facilities.

A massive glass dome at the center gleamed under the sun, refracting light like a jewel and revealing hints of what lay inside—perhaps a grand training arena or cultivation chamber.

On either side of the main palace, sprawling wings extended, housing additional buildings, each marked by intricate designs and adorned with statues of past Hunters.

Tyr's eyes scanned the scene, taking in the scale of the place and the sheer number of Hunters assembled, their chatter blending into a low, constant hum.

Everyone around him looked fairly powerful. Of course, there were different groups of Hunters that already knew each other.

Tyr could see the groups separately since their dissociation from each other was plainly obvious.

His eyes first landed on what looked to be the most average group that was in the very center.

These were the normal Hunters, who were medium in strength and status at best.

They were also the highest in number, of course.

Apart from them was the small group of Hunters who looked to be the most calm and collected.

They were untalkative, but from their demeanor, clothing, and Aura, Tyr could tell that they were not only strong but that they also came from a more high-status background.

Differing from them were the also untalkative, but rather weak, nobodies of the institution.

They didn't speak much with each other, looking down with unconfident body language and meager Aura.

Most of the new Hunters naturally joined this group, not understanding where they fit in yet and unsure of their skills.

This group happened to be next to the final group, who were the most talkative and loud out of the many.

These were the obnoxious people. Those who didn't care for the rules and thought of this place as a game, and not so much as a place to gain power and respect.

There were quite a lot of them, and they all overtook the very back of the large crowd.

Everyone was spaced apart, despite there being over 300 Hunters on the scene. This was due to the sheer size of the courtyard.

Tyr was at the very center. He didn't care to join any groups for now, but just so happened to be squished between the average Hunters and the weaklings.

'Why the hell are we waiting here?' he mused, a bit ticked off. He stood there crossing his arms.

"Hey..." Tyr felt a tap on his shoulder.