An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The poisoned needles zipped through the air with blinding speed. They were impossible to avoid, and each was aimed directly at vital points. One hit meant certain death.

“Hmph! What a simple parlor trick.” The gray-robed elder, Aven Foyer, stood motionless.

A sudden burst of golden light flared around him. The needles struck the light but bounced away, which left him completely unharmed.

“Glow Incantation?” Marcell seemed to have expected this. He smirked but didn’t stop attacking.

With a quick motion, his hands moved in rapid succession. A new wave of poison needles poured out like a torrential storm and swept toward Aven.

“Get him!” Marcell shouted as he signaled his men to attack.

He knew well that the guardian of Sacred Wyrm Summit’s forbidden ground wasn’t someone he could take down alone. So, he had no choice but to overwhelm Aven with numbers.

“Kill him!”

Without hesitation, the two groups of men drew their weapons and charged toward Aven in a coordinated assault. Poisonous insects, deadly toxins, throwing darts, and hidden weapons rained down on him.

They weren’t just after the money they wanted the rare treasures hidden in the Forbidden Ground. Rumor had it that finding those treasures would set them up for life. They would never have to worry about food or money for generations.

Blinded by greed, these desperados threw caution to the wind. To achieve their goal, they were willing to use any means necessary.

eyes narrowed as he watched the assassins charging

he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot out and

charred black, and their flesh was

mastery of Stormcraft was on a level far beyond Oron’s.

mercy as his hands unleashed one deadly strike after another. Bolts of lightning struck the attackers in rapid succession. The air crackled

Anyone hit by the

stood at the entrance to the Forbidden

dared to approach would be met with

more than half of the assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered the ground, and

too terrified to advance. Aven’s strength was far beyond anything they could have imagined.

such overwhelming power, they hesitated, their greed replaced by fear. Though they craved the treasure, their instincts to survive

if there had been a slim chance of victory. But

in the group, Marcell immediately fired

He’s almost out of energy. If we hold on a little longer, we can win

exchanged uncertain glances and

die.” With a menacing look, Marcell

those words were spoken, their expressions hardened with determination. Before the mission, they had all taken the special poison from the Hall

than dying without a

down together!” With a roar,