An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The chaos of the night quickly settled.

By morning, as the first light of dawn broke across the horizon, Sacred Wrym Summit had regained its usual tranquility. Yet, the bloodstains across the ground and the wreckage of buildings stood as grim reminders of the previous night’s violence.

The military forces summoned by Grace had already taken the Hall of Gods’ prisoners into custody.

Rumors spread like wildfire, fueling gossip throughout the martial world as all the major guilds watched with keen interest. After all, very few in history had ever dared to challenge Sacred Wrym Summit, and a bold invasion aimed at destroying it was nothing short of unprecedented.

The outcome was clear to all who bore witness. After many years, the world had come to recognize the true terror of Arion. He was no mere mortal-he was almost a godlike figure.

Inside the Hall of Gods’ headquarters in Streuqua, the core members were gathered, seated in two rows on either side of the grand hall.

On the throne facing the entrance sat a man clad in golden armor, his face hidden behind a golden mask. He was unusually tall and muscular, even while seated. His guards, who stood at nearly six and a half feet tall, appeared as small as a child in comparison.

This man was Satan, the Supreme Leader of the Hall of Gods and the mightiest being in Streuqua. No one knew what he looked like, nor could they gauge the full extent of his strength.

Even the name “Satan” was only known to outsiders and passed down through legend. Since the Hall of Gods was founded centuries ago, he had maintained his position as Supreme Leader.

Though many had challenged his authority, the outcomes had always been catastrophic. Among those challengers were leaders from some of the most powerful factions in the underworld. Over time, his fearsome reputation had been cemented in everyone’s minds.

Satan reviewed the latest battle report from his subordinates, his crimson eyes-hidden beneath his mask-narrowed with anger and deadly intent. He had never anticipated that his carefully laid plans would end in

fighters. Together with the elite force from the Hall of Gods, wiping out Sacred Wrym

or was the defender of Sacred Wrym

you think went wrong with this mission?” There was a long silence before Satan finally spoke. His voice was hollow,

man in a large black robe with his features hidden spoke up. “My Lord, the failure of this mission

strength, he was never fit to hold the title of God King. He didn’t have the power or the leadership to handle the responsibility, which led to

and an Erythian mask spoke up. “Poseidon, you might want to watch your words. Bailey was personally appointed

questioning

questioning His Lordship’s decision- I’m just saying Bailey wasn’t fit to

She laughed lightly.” Everyone acknowledges Bailey’s strength, and his appointment

why did the whole plan go south? Why was the entire army wiped out?”

was momentarily

The man in front of them, a broad-shouldered figure

Show some respect.”

apparent the two still held some reverence for