Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

***EXTRA LONG CHAPTER***

A few minutes prior...

A knight standing beside one of the pillars in this large meeting room held a horn up to his lips and exclaimed:

"Please welcome, High Lord of the western mongrals and Emperor of the Zasea Kingdom; his almighty, Karax Haou!"

As he said this, a tall man who was 6'3 ft. in height walked up the steps leading to the main platform where the meeting roundtable was held.

He wore a giant red-skinned thick wool cover over his shoulder, and a short skirt made of thick leather--showcasing his ripped and shredded legs.

He wore hide sandals, and had dozens of feathers poking out of his frizzled, long black hair.

His skin was not clean, but rather appeared dirty and unkept. His face was like that of a powerful tribe chief with a chiseled diamond jawline.

His entire demeanor, expression, and presence was rough.

The person behind him was 2 inches taller, and looked almost no different in terms of clothing. Except, the feathers on his head were only a couple, and his face was more blocky.

After Karax Haou sat down, the announcer knight roared again:

"Please welcome, Holy Protector of the northern elves and Crown King of Edenharl Garden; his divinity, Syelthus Edenguard!"

This man was even taller than the previous one, but appeared almost completely like the opposite.

Standing at 7'0 ft. flat in height, the man was elegant, poised and slim. His pale white skin seemed to somehow glow a white gleam as if it were made of crystals.

He was unblemished from head to toe, wearing a long white and warm-green robe with a crown made of thin vines seemingly growing out of his head.

He had long, pointy ears resembling and elf, and low eyes with an expressionless face.

Behind him was a far shorter elf with glasses and a slightly nervous smirk on his face.

As Syelthus Edenguard sat down, Karax pointed his chin toward him with a disgusted look.

He grunted slightly before returning to his position and keeping his rough expression on.

The announcer began to shout again in no time:

"Please welcome, High Lord of the eastern dwarfs and Chancellor of the Douden Federation; his powerful, Dristadhumna Mahapra!"

Slight tremors danced throughout the room at that moment as loud yet slow footsteps climbed up the steps.

Finally, a towering behemoth of a man entered the meeting room. He was no less than 20 ft. in height, wearing tight yellowish-brown armor. He had a long red cape behind him.

The tight armor showcased his brutish and jacked body, covered in muscles in every part.

His face was calm, rigid and exuded immense power. Behind him was a 3'5 ft. dwarf wearing knight's armor and wielding an axe.

Dhum, as most called the Chancellor of Douden, sat down on his ginormous seat to the right of the table.

"Please welcome," The announcer started again, "High Lord of the southern humans and Emperor of the Rock Saelfine Empire; his glorious, Augustus Cloud Maximillion XII!"

A 6'3 ft. tall man made his way up the stairs. He withheld the most balanced presence of all those who climbed those steps prior to him.

He was elegant, yet boasted a power no lesser than the others at the same time.

He wore red robes and a golden crown atop his head, his face clean-shaven, his hair a brilliant silver, and his eyes a soul-piercing azure color.

With a slight smile on his face, he made his way to the seat beside Dhum's and sat down.

The person standing beside him... clad in black and dark red robe-like armor, a tall man no shorter than 6'5 ft. in stature with pale skin, icy blue eyes, and long black hair flowing down to his waistline. It was no other than Thaddeus.

"And finally, last, but certainly not least: Please welcome the Supreme Emperor of the center lands, High Ruler of the collected species, and Absolute Commander of the Ovalantis Province; his sovereignty, Julius Vell Storm!"

As soon as this name was called, all those sitting down rose up in unison.

The quick rustling and fluttering of clothing items gave way to silent steps rising above the stairs.

Julius Vell Storm walked to the middle-back chair and took a seat.

He was no shorter than that of Zarax or Augustus. He wore pristine white armor, with lines of white Aura flowing through it in a pattern resembling that of giant pentagrams all throughout.

Across his forehead rested a large diadem, his eyes a piercing red, and his hair a bright blonde.

The man who walked beside him who was shorter in stature took a seat. He was clad in light blue robes and held a fan over his face.

Afterward, five more men made their way into the meeting room, taking their own respective seats.

Each person wore various colors, and they were known as the five pillars of Ovalantis.

Back to present time...

Julius began the meeting.

***

"Come to think of it, this rate of growth has been so quick I haven't even gotten a chance to test out what I've retrieved from it." Tyr said as he walked in a certain direction.

"I know I leveled past the threshold for my Third Sealed Memory and also my new spell, but I have yet to check with all the things I have to deal with on this shitty planet."

He made his way next to a boiling lake, knelt down and drank a couple of mouthfuls of water.

"Ugh... water is still as hot as ever. Thankfully it doesn't hurt me though." He exhaled, "Its good that Full Golden Body can stay on infinitely. Although, having a fire attached to my forehead isn't great in terms of practicality in the normal world. Here though, everything has fire attached to it so... whatever."

After drinking the water, he sat down, "Alright... lets see what this is now." He summoned a golden key in his hand.

"Third sealed memory... show me what you got." He placed it in the keyhole which appeared in the air, before giving it a slight turn.

*Click*

A few seconds prior...

'I remember in the last sealed memory that I witnessed my childhood with my parents up until my 6th birthday. From there the memory cut off. There isn't anything special about it being my 6th birthday, except for the fact that it was the day I was meant to unlock my Ancestral Ability.'

With this thought in mind, he unlocked the sealed memory.

***

*ZOOOSH*

He was taken into oblivion at once. He witnessed more war cries, sobs and wails, screams of rage.

He heard the blasts of Aura spells, clanging of weapons and the destruction of buildings and body parts while witnessing flashes of them all at once.

After moments of this overwhelming sensation of memories aligning themselves, Tyr found himself opening his eyes to a random hallway.

'Im short... 6 years old type of short.' He immediately noted before looking around.

This time, he wanted to survey each part of his memory so he could begin piecing things together.

He looked forward first, noticing a door a few hundred meters away. To the left was a wall with various paintings and emblems, and to the right were pillars placed about 10 feet part from each other.

In between the pillars, there were no walls. Tyr could look out into the courtyard and garden where dozens of people seemed to playfully laugh.

"Tyr, keep going, boy. Your birthday party and Ancestral Ability awakening is tomorrow, don't you want to get ready?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Tyr felt a tap on the shoulder, turning to see his father, Stars, standing behind him with a smile on his face.

"Oh... right." Tyr said, continuing to walk.

Stars chuckled, "You're quite the odd one."

At that moment, Tyr furrowed his brows, 'Why is my father in my memories reacting to me as if I actually did this back then?' He realized, questioning it for the first time.

'Is it that these are my memories... or am I going back in time?' He thought for a split second, but quickly shrugged that off.

It was going only to confuse him further if he thought about it in that way.

At that moment, Stars picked Tyr up and held him with one arm while pointing out into the yard.

"Look! That's your uncle, Uriel Thalorin. He doesn't come often, but he came for your birthday. Say hi!" Stars excitedly exclaimed.

As Tyr glanced over at the man his father was gesturing toward, Stars' smile disappeared for a moment.

Tyr waved, as Uriel paused for a few seconds--staring at the boy before giving a wave and a bright smile.

'Uriel huh? I remember that name somehow.' Tyr mused as a he noticed everything around him turning black.

*ZIIIIP*

He blinked, opening his eyes again to an entirely different scene.

He sat behind a long table atop a platform. Beside him sat his parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts and more.

Below, there was a large red carpeted hall with tables, choirs, food courts and more--not to mention the hundreds of people gathered together for Tyr's ceremony.