An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Open up!” Danny roared as he slammed his fist into the bronze door.

A surge of internal energy exploded from his body.

The door shook with a deafening boom, and dust scattered, but nothing unusual happened. The symbols on its surface flickered briefly before fading.

“Hmm?” Danny froze as he stared at the undamaged door in disbelief.

With his natural strength and the power his techniques granted him, he had expected the bronze door to shatter easily. But what he saw before him completely defied his expectations.

The murmurs behind him only added to his unease. He had boasted so confidently about smashing the door open, yet it hadn’t budged an inch. His face flushed with embarrassment.

“I don’t believe it!” Danny took a deep breath and channeled all his internal energy into his fists before striking the bronze door again.

Another loud crash echoed as the bronze door trembled, and the dust fell off. The mysterious symbols on the door glowed once more. Like before, the door remained intact, but his fist was numb from the impact.

Marcell frowned at the sight. He had expected Danny to be a formidable ally, but now it seemed he couldn’t even break a door.

“What’s wrong with Mr. Gallagher? Did he forget to eat? His punch was weak.”

“They say Danny’s got godlike strength, but from what I’m seeing, it doesn’t look so impressive.”

The two teams started murmuring among themselves and questioned Danny’s abilities. In their line of work, strength was everything.

the leader of this mission for the Hall of Gods had been a vote of confidence in his abilities.

I’m going to break this

and his fists began to rain down like a storm. With every punch, the door’s symbols would

in a raw show of strength. But

frustration reached a boiling point. How could he ever face his men again if he couldn’t even break down

he was out of options. It was clear-this bronze door couldn’t be

symbols on it lit up and swirled like

door slowly opened and

broke into a wide grin. Turning to the group behind him, he shouted, “It’s open! The door’s

crap! Mr. Gallagher, you’re

others lit up with excitement at the

Marcell, who had been frowning moments ago, finally cracked a smile. It seemed Danny wasn’t entirely useless after all. It had taken some effort, but

this door was supposed to be indestructible. Guess I proved them

bolt of purple lightning shot out from behind

an explosion. Danny was flung backward as if hit by a freight train. He tumbled over ten yards before slamming to the ground. Even then, he skidded a few more feet

frozen and was stunned

mess of burned flesh and blood, and he twitched uncontrollably on the ground as if a bolt of lightning

as his

robes stepped out. His disheveled hair and gaunt, skeletal frame