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.

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

elite fighters. Together with the elite force from the Hall of Gods, wiping out Sacred Wrym Summit should have been a given. But the results had been a

incompetent, or was the defender of Sacred

a long silence before Satan finally spoke. His voice was hollow, emotionless, and gave no

large black robe with his features hidden spoke up. “My Lord, the failure of this mission falls mostly

fit to hold the title of God King. He didn’t have the power or the

that moment, a woman with a seductive figure and an Erythian mask spoke up. “Poseidon, you might want to watch your words.

you questioning

decision- I’m just saying

admit it.” She laughed lightly.” Everyone acknowledges Bailey’s strength, and his appointment as God

so great, why did the whole plan go south? Why was the

was momentarily

A loud voice cut through the tension. The man in front of them, a broad-shouldered figure with blonde hair, spoke sharply.

Show some respect.”

fell silent. It was apparent the two still held some