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.

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

forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot out and struck down the first few

charred black, and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By the time their bodies hit the ground,

Stormcraft was on a level far beyond Oron’s. It

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

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

entrance to the Forbidden Ground like

to approach would be met

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

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

fear. Though they craved the treasure, their

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

the group, Marcell

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

uncertain

the poison. If we don’t finish this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look,

taken the special poison from the Hall of Gods. Only by

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 wouldn’t have

take him down together!” With a roar, Marcell