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.

but I’ve already eaten,”

you here?” Bailey asked through a

for me, Mr. Bailey,” Hank

something to discuss with

He seemed used to Bailey’s forgetfulness. “What instructions do you have for me, Mr. Bailey?” he asked

finally stopped eating and took the hot towel handed by the maid to wipe his hands and mouth. “You know why the Hall of Gods is mobilizing forces to Sacred Wyrm

to undermine Dragonmarsh secretly and also publicly lower the morale

current capabilities, it would be tough for us to win in a fair

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

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

concerns,” Bailey replied with a smile. “That’s why I’ve arranged for three experts to

are these experts?” Hank asked,

Bailey

dressed men walked in

in his 30s with tanned skin. He stood over six and a half feet tall, and his muscular build rivaled Bailey’s. This gave him an

sharply in a suit that conveyed an air of nobility with

robe. He had a Streuquan face and wore a friendly smile. A