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.

invite, but I’ve already eaten,” Hank responded

brings you here?” Bailey asked through a mouthful

for me, Mr.

recalled something. “Oh! Right! I did have something to discuss with you, but I was so caught up enjoying my meal that

he regained his composure. He seemed used to Bailey’s forgetfulness. “What instructions do you have

eating and took the hot towel handed by the maid to wipe his hands and mouth. “You know why

morale of their martial artists.

frankly. Dragonmarsh is filled with skilled experts and rising talents. Given our current capabilities, it would be

knew that the nation’s martial

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

“That’s why I’ve arranged for three experts to assist you. Their expertise will

Who are these experts?” Hank

Bailey

dressed men walked in one

skin. He stood over six and a half

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

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