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.

he watched the assassins charging at him, and

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

skin was charred black, and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By the time

far beyond Oron’s. It was something no ordinary martial

after another. Bolts of lightning struck the attackers in rapid succession. The air crackled with thunder, mixed with their

divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as good as dead. Their counterattacks also had no effect on his

stood at the entrance to the

who dared to approach would be met with a fatal strike

assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered the ground, and the stench of

too terrified to advance. Aven’s strength was far beyond anything they could have imagined. Their weapons and techniques were useless against him, while every strike of

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

victory. But in this situation, with no path to success, they were

in the group, Marcell

of you-charge together! He’s almost out of energy. If we hold on a little longer, we can win this. Once

group exchanged uncertain glances

we all took the poison. If we don’t finish this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell

spoken, their expressions hardened with determination. Before the mission, they had all taken the special poison from the Hall of Gods. Only by completing their mission would they be able

dying without a fight. At least if they died, their families would

let’s take him down together!” With a roar, Marcell charged toward