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.

vote of confidence in his abilities. But now, with two

going to break this door down

bronze door still hadn’t moved, Danny’s rage boiled over, and his fists began to rain down like

his internal energy in

heavily and covered in sweat, Danny’s frustration reached a boiling point. How could

used every trick in the book. He had given it his all, and now he was out of options. It was clear-this bronze door couldn’t

symbols on it lit up and swirled like tadpoles in every direction. What had been a jumbled mess of symbols quickly rearranged itself

rumble, the heavy bronze door slowly opened and parted in the

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

crap! Mr. Gallagher,

with excitement at

wasn’t entirely useless after all. It had taken some effort,

supposed to be indestructible. Guess I proved them wrong,

before he could bask in his victory, something unexpected happened. A bolt of purple lightning shot out from behind the door

train. He tumbled over ten yards before slamming to the ground. Even

stood frozen and was stunned by the

His chest was a gruesome mess of burned flesh and

His expression turned grim as his sharp gaze swept toward

finally opened, an elderly man dressed in tattered gray robes stepped out. His disheveled hair and gaunt, skeletal frame