An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

When the dust finally settled, Arion was the only one left standing.

Bailey, Willem, Anthony, Batuul, the three elite assassins from Eskus, and several gods from the Hall of Gods were either dead or gravely injured.

Willem’s body had been blasted into countless pieces. Each fragment wriggled on the ground as it struggled to piece together. Batuul fared even worse. He was utterly obliterated, leaving no trace behind, not even ashes.

On the contrary, Bailey and the three Eskus assassins had both their arms severed and were gravely wounded.

Though Anthony’s limbs were still intact, his crushed internal organs left him coughing up blood. The backlash from the demonic blade had also taken a devastating toll on his body.

He now appeared decades older, his face gaunt and hollow, his hair gray.

His frail frame made him look like a man standing at death’s door.

“H-How is this possible? No… this can’t be happening!” Bailey’s expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief as he stared at the carnage- the severed limbs and mangled bodies littering the ground.

The people who lay there weren’t just any fighters-they were the top martial artists from around the globe. Each one alone could dominate entire battlefields with ease.

elite fighters would be unable to withstand even a single strike from Arion’s blade. Or rather, Arion’s strength had far surpassed anything they could have

was a Papercraft Clone. When the real Arion entered the fray, they didn’t even

was absolute -Arion was in a league of his own. Their ambush that day was nothing short of walking

along with others and never look for trouble. But bastards like you had the nerve to attack Sacred Wrym Summit. Tell

so overwhelming that Bailey and the few survivors could barely

teeth against the pain, they dropped to

them, Arion wasn’t just a man. He was like a god-powerful, fearsome, and untouchable. With

and made a foolish mistake in offending Sacred Wrym Summit. Please have mercy and forgive me. I’ll give up everything I

in Arion’s hands. At that point, pride and honor were irrelevant-survival was all that

If I let you go, how could

the first step toward redemption.’ I know I was wrong. If you spare

Anthony smashed his forehead against the

your action- you just know you’re about to die,” Arion said coldly. “But

swung his sword. A flash of white sword light