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.

even a

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

of his own. Their ambush that day

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 commanding, echoed as he hovered

was so overwhelming that Bailey and the few survivors could

Eskus elite assassins were paralyzed with fear. Gritting their teeth against the pain, they dropped to their knees and begged

god-powerful, fearsome, and untouchable. With no other option, they could only plead for

foolish mistake in offending Sacred Wrym Summit. Please have mercy and forgive me. I’ll give up everything I have to make amends,” Anthony begged, dropping to his knees with his head down in

hands. At that point, pride and honor were irrelevant-survival was

wreaked havoc in Dragonmarsh time and time again. If I let you

is the first step toward redemption.’ I know I was wrong. If you spare my life, I swear

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

Arion said

his sword. A flash of white sword light shot out in