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,

forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot

black, and their flesh was

on a level far beyond Oron’s.

lightning struck the

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

at the entrance to the Forbidden Ground like a grim

would be met with

than half of the assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered

was far beyond anything they could have imagined. Their weapons and techniques were useless against him, while

their greed replaced by fear. Though they craved

fight if there had been a slim chance of victory. But in this situation, with no path to success,

the group, Marcell immediately

out of energy. If we hold on a little longer, we can

group exchanged uncertain glances

With a menacing look, Marcell growled, “Do you want to die like cowards

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 to get the

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 to

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