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

to kill was a Papercraft Clone. When the real Arion entered the fray,

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

get along with others and never look for trouble. But bastards like you had the nerve to attack Sacred Wrym Summit. Tell me, who the hell gave you the guts to do that?” Arion’s voice, sharp and

that Bailey and the few

Gritting their teeth against the pain, they dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. They finally grasped the full terror of facing

Arion wasn’t just a man. He was like a god-powerful, fearsome, and untouchable. With no other option, they could only plead

I have to make amends,” Anthony begged, dropping to his knees with his head

fate lay entirely in Arion’s hands. At that point, pride and honor were irrelevant-survival was all that mattered. He would

from Kimboku have wreaked havoc in Dragonmarsh time and time again. If I let you go, how could

know I was wrong. If you spare my life, I

act of desperation, Anthony smashed his forehead against the ground. Blood

said coldly. “But don’t

and swung his sword. A