An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The sounds of battle echoed under the streetlights. Shouts of pain mixed with the clash of weapons could be heard. Five figures were locked in a deadly struggle, and blood splattered across the ground.

The fight raged for nearly half an hour until the noise gradually subsided. The five figures lay motionless in pools of blood.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, three of the black-clad assassins were confirmed dead. One’s neck was snapped, another’s chest pierced, and the last had bled out from a fatal wound.

Jovian and Boston were in no better condition.

Boston was soaked in blood. His body was riddled with deep cuts, some so severe they exposed the bone beneath.

Jovian wasn’t much better. His abdomen and shoulder were slashed. His right arm had been severed, and he was left in a pitiful state.

Boston coughed. After taking down the last assassin, he collapsed to the ground. He gasped for air as blood poured from his mouth.

His chest and abdomen were torn open, and his organs spilled out. He was pale, and his breathing was shallow and erratic. His life was slipping away.

“Boston… Boston!” Jovian cried out. He staggered to his fallen comrade’s side while clutching his own wounds.

shirt to try and stop the bleeding. But Boston’s injuries were too severe. The tablet had no

as he tried to lift Boston. But with only one arm, he struggled

done for… You need to go while you still can. Take care

together-Red Tombsea, remember? You’re not dying here! I’ll get

onto his back. Blood

efforts, Boston’s head lolled to the

Boston! Wake up!” Jovian shouted,

as if he had simply fallen asleep. Jovian stopped in his tracks, and his heart

but because of his involvement, he had been dragged into this hellish situation and

asking Boston for help. If only he hadn’t crossed paths with those wolves in human clothing. Maybe none of this would have

cut through the

open, and a dozen masked assassins in black poured out. They

Barley, glanced at the bodies of his fallen comrades and

Prescott send you?” Jovian

man doesn’t need answers,” Ronan replied coldly. He gestured

his command, the assassins lunged