Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

By now, the bass was attempting to flop back into the water.

What it had just done was a common hunting tactic performed by large aquatic beasts. Since they could survive out of the water for a minute or so, doing the unexpected and hunting land prey had proved to become fruitful to them.

Hanzo didn\'t give a shit about this though, letting go of his bowstring. The arrows propelled forward and spun rapidly in the air.

The force of the spin was powerful, contorting the air around each arrow into an air drill of sorts and piercing straight through the bass\' head. Despite the arrows being a quarter of an inch in width, the force that they came with burst 10-inch holes through the thick skull of the beast.

It stopped flopping, killed instantly, and allowed Tyr to begin climbing out of its slimy insides.

Hanzo walked to the mouth of the beast, giving a hand to Tyr. The boy inside the fish had a frown on his face. He was silent, grabbing Hanzo\'s hand and getting out of the mouth of the beast.

As both of his feet made contact with the ground, Hanzo walked forward and began pushing the fish back into the lake.

"Oi! Hurry up and give me a hand!" He exclaimed, seemingly in a rush. When he flipped the fish over once, there was a large pool of blood left over on the patch where it just was.

\'Fuck...\' Hanzo clenched his jaw as he noticed the sheer amount of blood. \'This is way too much. When I attacked Tyr, I thought even that much blood was too much and gave him the Health Capsule... but this is like putting out a full-on invitation. I wanted to notice it before it noticed me... but I think it\'s too late for that now.\'

*ROAR*

As if on cue, a ferocious roar echoed through the forest. It was deep, straight from the stomach of whatever beast it came from.

A devastating killing intent fell onto both Hanzo and Tyr as if it were a giant boulder.

Tyr\'s knees buckled, wanting to drop as his breathing became more tiresome. His eyes expanded widely, scanning the area. It was a primal feeling of fear, one that forced shivers to crawl up his back.

However, this was different. This was an entirely separate, greater level of fear compared to that of the Charwolf.

"Oi, stay back. It\'s spotted us thanks to this pool of blood. Since it saw us first, our chances of defeating it are slim, even with me here."

Hanzo turned to face Tyr with a sharp stare.

"If you can, run back to where you came from. When White Crimson sees the face of its prey once, it will never stop chasing until it drinks the prey\'s blood."

Tyr felt his body want to subconsciously gasp on hearing these words.

\'I... am still so fucking retarded.\' Tyr tightened his fists and gritted his teeth. He did so with so much effort that his nails began to dig into the skin of his palms--causing a few drops of blood to trickle down.

"Oi!" Hanzo confusedly exclaimed in a loud tone, "What are you doing!?"

\'Want to live a good life on this planet you say? Then why do you keep fucking up?\' He said to himself inwardly, continuing to squeeze his fists.

\'This is all your fault. Had you not been so obsessed with trying to learn about humanity, as though you were an immature child, you wouldn\'t have been swallowed by that stupid fish. Hanzo could have left you, not wanting to risk being seen first by White Crimson, yet he saved you only to put himself in a worse situation.\'

\'No excuses... no extra chances. You don\'t get to have them.\' Tyr squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could.

\'I won\'t accept any more failure. Nothing short of perfection, damn it!\'

Tyr finally opened his eyes, his grip loosening as he unsheathed his spear and stared at Hanzo with a determined look in his eyes: "I\'ll make this right!" He exclaimed with conviction and certainty.

Hanzo was a bit taken aback by this reaction.

\'That look in his eyes... he seems to punish himself harshly for his own mistakes. He probably feels bad that he put us into this situation as well. He has heart, but he\'s still too foolish to understand that you can\'t reach perfection in this world. If that were the case, I would be living in a mansion with my mother still alive.\'

Hanzo pulled his bowstring back: "Do what you want." He said as his earpiece began to glow a low red hue: "Target is north-west bound of my departure. I may need backup since it spotted me first but..." He paused, glancing over at Tyr.

"Only send help if I specifically ask for it. I may be okay on my own."

He coated his bowstring with the blood on the ground and shot an arrow straight up into the air.

The bright light flew out of the jungle canopy and into the air--sprinkling some blood around the area as well.

\'That should do to tell them my location.\' Hanzo turned, \'And it should also be enough to attract White--\'

*BOOM*

As though it fell down from the heavens, a large snowy-white furred tiger with crisp and rich black stripes landed in front of Tyr and Hanzo--still emitting its horrifying waves of bloodlust.

It had large, sharp fangs and a primal, savage look on its face of an apex predator.

It was larger than even a Polar bear--standing at over 6 feet tall on all four legs with a length of 15 feet. Its limbs were covered in muscles that were simply bulging out of its skin.

Its eyes were a deep gray, staring into your soul like a demon.

Now that Tyr was in its presence, he could tell why White Crimson\'s aura was different than the Charwolf\'s.

\'This thing... it has the air of a king. The poise of a ruler. The Charwolf was only a baby trying to rebel against its master, but as I stand now, I am facing the very emperor of this domain.\'

It was a feeling that made the body of any normal animal want to flee more than anything else or bow down. The idea facing this creature in one\'s fight or flight response had left the canvas entirely in the mien of this monstrous being.