An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

As the sun dipped below the horizon and night descended, Bailey, known as the Grizz Lord, was 30 miles from the Sacred Wrym Summit in a secluded mountain villa.

Seated at the dining table, he feasted on meat and gulped down the wine. His mouth was gleaming with grease.

The 16-foot-long table was filled with a variety of meats. At the center was a giant cow’s head, with its cooked and reassembled body behind it.

There were also suckling pigs, whole lambs, chickens, ducks, fish, and other meats surrounding it. The table was filled with 30 to 40 different types of meat without any vegetables.

Bailey grabbed different pieces of meat and stuffed them into his mouth with incredible speed. He devoured them like a ravenous beast.

The two maids standing nearby watched in astonishment as hundreds of pounds of meat disappeared before their eyes as he wolfed them down in large pieces.

This amount of meat could have fed over 100 people, but he could have polished it off at the rate he was eating. His appetite was truly terrifying.

The maids couldn’t resist wondering who could eat several hundred pounds of meat in one sitting. Was such a person even human?

Just as Bailey was stuffing himself, a handsome man of mixed heritage entered the room and greeted respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Bailey.”

“Hank, you arrived just in time. The meat tasted great today. Come on over and have some,” Bailey said, glancing up before diving back into his food.

I’ve already

you here?” Bailey asked through a mouthful

for me, Mr. Bailey,” Hank

“Oh! Right! I did have something to discuss with you, but I was

composure. He seemed used to Bailey’s forgetfulness.

the maid to wipe his hands and mouth. “You know why the Hall

the morale of their martial artists.

may speak frankly. Dragonmarsh is filled with skilled experts and rising talents. Given our current capabilities, it would be tough for us to win in a fair fight,” Hank said

mixed heritage with Dragonmarsh roots, he knew that the nation’s

advantage the Hall of Gods had was the internal strife within the Dragonmarsh martial community, which prevented them from uniting. Otherwise,

for three experts to assist you. Their expertise will help us

are these

Bailey

dressed men walked

his 30s with tanned skin. He stood over six and a half feet tall, and his muscular build rivaled

was a man with mixed- race features similar to Hank’s. He was dressed sharply in a suit that conveyed an air of

a Streuquan face and wore a friendly smile. A cross hung from his neck, and he held