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.

as he watched the assassins charging at him, and his patience

palms forward. Two bolts of

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

far beyond

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

or divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was

the Forbidden Ground like

who dared to approach would be met with a fatal strike

of the assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies

were paralyzed with fear and were 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 his

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

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

the hesitation in the group, Marcell

hold on a little longer, we can win this. Once we take him down, all the treasure inside

group exchanged uncertain glances and

don’t finish this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell growled, “Do you want to die like cowards from the poison, or

special poison from the Hall of Gods. Only by completing their

they would be dead either way. So, risking their lives was better than dying without a fight.

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