Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

"Did I seriously just see what I saw?" Reana said, still at a loss.

"What kind of question is that?" Hanzo quipped, getting a few chuckles from the others.

"Jeez... although I couldn't feel what Ha was feeling, I think we could all tell it was far worse than the fear we felt. Tyr is a monster." Reana exclaimed, almost shaking her head in disbelief.

"Oh? Is that right?" Tyr suddenly said, walking up behind her and making her jump.

"Eeek" Reana exclaimed, "Don't jumpscare me, you bastard!" She quickly blabbered with fear.

"Bastard? I thought I was a monster just a second ago..."

*One hour later*

Tyr's group, Reana, Helas, and the rest all stood around the mapped table.

"So, is that the final plan?" Tyr asked, everyone, looking at him as his eyes remained locked onto Helas.

After a sigh of hesitation, the lrax spoke: "Hmm... lets see if all bases are covered. We will first enter what we think is their domain through an Aura Array breaker. It should dissolve the array seal they have over that dimensional air, breaking it and allowing us to enter the second dimension--where their base is located."

Everyone nodded along as he continued.

"Thanks to Trai over here, we know about this technology in the first place. So, again, thank you, Trai." Helas gave his flowers to a young man standing a few feet from Tyr in the crowd of guards.

Tyr's eyes glanced at the young man who was smiling proudly, 'The same guy who was standing beside me during Helas' speech. Trai is his name huh?'

"After that," Helas continued, recapturing everyone's attention, "We will strictly continue until we reach the place where all of the test subjects are kept. Freeing them will be our main objective in this mission. After that, we can focus on a full war. But, without freeing the victims, war would only spill innocent blood."

Helas' words were taken goodly by everyone.

"Thanks to Tyr here, we understand where we can enter their separate dimension." Helas suddenly said, throwing Tyr off slightly.

"Hm?" Tyr exclaimed in slight confusion.

"You told us when you questioned about your known details that you had seen a warehouse-looking shed right?"

"Oh... yes, I did say that. But how does that correlate here?"

"We, the Zasean natives, do not build such things especially not out of metal. It must have been the Black Merchant Guild. And wherever these buildings pop up, they eventually disappear. It's not like they simply cease to exist, as everything inside would be dropped. Instead, its the case that the buildings are taken to that second dimension."

"Ah..." Tyr said, the crowd also understanding.

Helas continued: "This means that wherever that warehouse is, around there is a link to that second dimension. Our Aura array breaker will be of use there."

With those words, Helas went on to explain more specific details of the mission, such as individual actions and positions.

After everything was decided, everyone was ordered to rest well for the coming day.

***

Loud footsteps thudding through the forest floor sounded, each step crushing the grass below into a green mush.

Tyr's bare feet rushed through the jungle, above fallen logs, below branches and vines, and through the dense bush.

The Zasean natives followed close behind him, their large weapons and bared.

Finally, Tyr's feet slid across the grass as they came to a halting screech.

In front of him was a large opening where there were no trees, and at the back of this patch of grass was a giant warehouse.

It was made of gray steel, with a round roof and flat walls.

It looked to be over 1000 feet in length, close to 500 feet in width, and easily over 120 feet in height.

It was rusting, seemingly old.

"Well, this is it." Tyr said as the army of soldiers following him arrived to the spot.

Trai, the young man from before, tapped Tyr on the shoulder as he walked in front: "Good work, Tyr!" He smiled.

Tyr squinted his eyes slightly, but before he could reply, Helas arrived to the scene.

"Warehouse first." He simply said, glancing at Tyr.

Tyr instantly understood what the lrax was trying to tell him. He nodded, beginning to walk forward as Hanzo and the others, including Reana and Trai, followed after him.

They made it to the front doors of the warehouse, where Tyr sniffed a few extra times.

"Huh? What is that foul odor?" He said, thrown off.

He looked down, noticing the remains of a dried black liquid seemingly leaking out of the doors.

The others also reacted to the smell, finding it foul.

Tyr gritted his teeth, pulling a lever up then to the left to dislodge a metal rod placed in between the two large metal doors.

This caused the doors to swing in fast, and unleashed a gust of wind out from the warehouse.

Along with the wind traveled that same putrid stench, except it was much stronger this time. It flew all the way into the small army of about 50 Zasean natives, making them all cringe in disgust.

Some even began to welch slightly, unable to control themselves.

Inside, it was pitch black and dark. It seemed there were no windows, and even if there were, they must have been blocked out somehow.

As they made their ways inside, they noticed a cold stone floor below them.

Finally, Tyr walked to the side and found a light switch. With one of his hands squeezing his nostrils shut, he flicked on the light switch.

In a slow wave, all of the rows of lights opened one by one: displaying everything inside of the warehouse.

Eyes widened, pupils dancing with shock. Maws gaped, limbs quickly weakening for many people inside of the warehouse right now.

Tyr quickly walked in front of the group, taking in what was before him with an expression that displayed pure disbelief.

Before him were large towers of metal scaffolding and storage areas... all covered in nothing but dead corpses.

Piled onto each other like bags of sand, they were sprawled around everywhere.

On each piece of scaffolding, hanging off the edges. Littered all over the floor, in several piles at times.

At the very center of the warehouse was the worst of all--a giant pile of bodies that were mutilated, cut open like a rose. Mangeld and broken, beaten and bruised from the looks of it.

All of these people were Zasean natives.