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.

narrowed as he watched the assassins

of purple lightning shot out

met an even grislier fate than Danny. Their skin was charred black, and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By the time their bodies hit the ground,

far beyond Oron’s. It was something no ordinary

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

armor or divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as good as dead. Their

entrance to the Forbidden

would be met with a

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

beyond anything they could have imagined.

by fear. Though

might have risked their lives to fight if there had been a slim chance of victory. But in this situation, with no path to success, they were just like lambs for

the group, Marcell immediately fired them

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

uncertain

If we don’t finish this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell growled,

taken the special poison from the Hall of

way. So, risking their lives was better than dying without a fight. At least if they died, their families would be taken care of, and they wouldn’t have

lead, and let’s take him down