An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

After Dusk Titan wrapped up his introduction, the handsome and pale mixed-race man stepped forward.

He said proudly, “I’m Bill Wolfe from Esmington, representing the Coven of Blood Eclipse. They call me the Shadow Prince.”

“The Shadow Prince of the Coven of Blood Eclipse?” Hank was taken aback.

The Coven of Blood Eclipse held unparalleled influence in Esmington. It was second only to the Hall of Gods among Streuquan nations.

The coven included three main races- vampires, werewolves, and mystic artists, along with a few uniquely gifted beasts.

Among these, vampires held the dominant position. They nearly ruled the entire Esmington. Previously, the Hall of Gods had enlisted the Blood Devil Willem, an earl of the vampire race.

Bill was the son of the Shadow Master, the leader of the Coven of Blood Eclipse. The Shadow Master was the king of vampires. His influence was on par with the God King of the Hall of Gods.

As the son of the Shadow Master, Bill inherited his father’s noble lineage. Despite his young age, he possessed the strength of a vampire viscount. Countless powerful opponents had fallen at his hands.

His most notable feat was the overnight defeat of three grandmasters, which significantly weakened Dragonmarsh’s influence abroad.

the tournament. After all, Dragonmarsh wasn’t known for its hospitality. So, Hank was surprised to learn that

confusion. “When he heard about the Hall of Gods’ plans, he sent Bill to gain some

stepped up to make a name for himself in Dragonmarsh. If he excelled in the tournament and crushed the pride of Dragonmarsh’s martial artists, he could

you on our side, we’ll definitely make those Dragonmarsh martial artists run for their

Bill smirked

Dragonmarsh I’ve killed. They’re just as weak as paper. I could tear them apart

artist to witness the power

out with his fingers in a claw-like grip as he spoke. His nails extended to three inches

it’s fine to stir things up, but don’t underestimate them. Be

be defeated by those pathetic humans from Dragonmarsh,” Bill replied

said nothing. He understood the nature

had a fresh supply of blood, he could recover instantly, even from life-threatening injuries. He was practically immortal unless he

knew the martial artists from Dragonmarsh would have a

third

Jeremiah Price, a Cardinal of the Holy Sovereign Church, “the lean man said with a