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 at him, and his

moment’s hesitation, he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning

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, they

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 agonized

of their defenses-energy armor or divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as good as dead. Their counterattacks also had no

the entrance to the

who dared to approach would be met with a

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

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

greed replaced by fear.

have risked their lives to fight if there had been a slim chance of victory. But in this situation, with no

the hesitation in the group, Marcell

out of energy. If we hold on a little longer, we can win this. Once we take him down, all

group exchanged uncertain glances and

we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell growled, “Do

the mission, they had all taken the special poison from the Hall of Gods. Only by completing their mission would they be able to get

or tried to run, they would be dead either 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

down together!” With a roar, Marcell charged