An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Grace raised her glass and smiled.”

Cheers, everyone! No need for formality. Dig in and enjoy yourselves.”

Seeing the tempting array of dishes, the disciples of the Embersteel Order eagerly indulged, savoring each bite without hesitation. As rounds of wine flowed, their camaraderie began to flourish.

“Ms. Linsor, Dustin, judging by your appearances, you’re not locals. Are you also on the hunt for the treasure?” Jackson subtly asked.

“Yes, we heard of treasures in the Deadlands, so we assembled a team for the challenge and to gain some experience,” she replied candidly.

It was universally understood that anyone braving the dangerous Deadlands was on a quest for its hidden treasures. Considering the treacherous nature of the terrain, the idea of visiting for leisure was entirely dismissed.

into the Deadlands carries significant

could prove fatal, and it seems neither of you is accustomed

acknowledgment of his concern. “Jackson, I appreciate your warning, but

tag along with us. That way, you’ll have someone looking out for you,” Jackson suggested. Dustin, intrigued, joined the conversation. “Are you guys on a treasure

sect’s current mission is to explore the sudden emergence of

your words, Jackson,” an Embersteel Order’s disciple interjected cautiously. The caution stemmed from a

Dustin reassured, “If there’s something you can’t share, don’t worry about

There’s no need for secrets,” Jackson

mission involves investigating that mysterious oasis that recently appeared in the Deadlands. Word is, it’s expanding rapidly

something supernatural. Our sect has

and we’re planning

like we’re on the same page. Rumor has it that once you step into the oasis, it’s