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.

a death wish?” Aven’s eyes narrowed as he watched the

he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple

and their flesh was mangled

on a level far beyond

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

against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as good

stood at the entrance to the Forbidden Ground

approach would be met with a

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

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

power, they hesitated, their greed replaced by fear. Though they craved the treasure, their instincts to survive

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

the group, Marcell immediately fired

of energy. If we hold on a little longer,

exchanged uncertain glances and looked

took the poison. If we 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 will you fight for your

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

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

take him down together!” With a roar, Marcell charged