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.

Aven’s eyes narrowed as he watched the assassins charging at him,

he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning

their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By the

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 with thunder, mixed with their agonized screams and

by the lightning was

at the entrance to the Forbidden Ground

to approach would be

Their charred bodies littered the ground, and the stench of burning flesh lingered

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

hesitated, their greed replaced by fear.

lives to fight if there had been a slim chance of victory. But in

the group, Marcell immediately fired them

a little longer, we can win this. Once we take him down, all

exchanged uncertain glances and looked

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

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

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

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