An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The arrival of the middle-aged monk instantaneously hushed the entire training ground.

It was only when he gradually tamed his imposing presence that whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

"Who is that? He looks powerful."

"Of course he is. He's Oron Foyer, the disciple of the Ancient Sage!"

"Ah, that explains it. I've heard he's incredibly strong, nearly on par with Kaden, another disciple of the Ancient Sage. It seems the rumors are true."

"Well, with Master Oron here, I doubt anyone will start any fights today."

As Oron stood in the center, the crowd started murmuring.

held by the Sacred Wrym

just be a feud between sects—it could turn into

few could drag others in. If that happened, matters

about to throw the

eager for a fight, let's settle it in the battle ring. Remember

Abigail and her friends and bowed again.

monk blocking our path? Do you have a death wish or something?" Luke glared fiercely at Oron

attitude made his disciples uneasy. Despite Frostzard Manor's power, they knew

distinguished goatee, stood behind Luke. He whispered, "Mr. Harding, this man is Oron Foyer.

but he wouldn't risk angering Sacred Wrym Summit. After all, no one in the

I don't care who he is. Anyone who tries to stop me from getting