An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Nobody expected the Abyssal Piranhas to pack such devastating power under the Piranha King’s command. With one ramming attack, they had snapped a 60-foot escort ship clean in two, defying all logic.

This had evolved beyond just a school of fish into something more like demonic sea creatures. While ordinary Abyssal Piranhas were already terrifying, these evolved monsters weren’t just bigger and more savage, but were almost impossible to kill.

Despite the ship being equipped with every weapon imaginable, the crew was still somewhat overwhelmed when facing thousands of these piranhas.

The sea wind whipped at Tristan’s black serpent-embroidered battle robe, lifting it just enough to reveal the jewel-encrusted sword at his hip. His eyes lingered on the escort ship that had been split clean in two, watching fire flicker across its deck before the dark waters swallowed it whole.

“Pass my orders!” he ordered.

He drew his sword and leveled it at the swarm. The steel glinted under the glow of the bronze lanterns.

the starboard martial artists form a shield formation and seal every breach

hail. Yet the piranha horde moved

the stern had widened even more, allowing dozens of silver-gray piranhas to spill onto the tilted deck. Their teeth scraped against planks in

in the southeast corner

been chewed to ribbons, yet he still gripped his shield

mast. His sword aura lashed out in silver streaks, cleaving three piranhas before they could reach Zondell. Dark green blood sprayed across his face, heavy

fish carcass and

wooden barrels. Red fluid streamed down the ship’s sides until

sparks leaped forth. Flames raced along the kerosene trail as it rose into a wall of fire around

thrashed in the firestorm, though a