An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Willem’s wings, black as night with a metallic sheen, erupted from his back. Fully extended, they stretched over 30 feet. With a gentle flap, a storm of wind and eerie howls swept through the air. The sheer force was intimidating to behold.

His appearance had also undergone a drastic transformation. Willem’s once- handsome face was now gaunt, his skin wrinkled, and his cheekbones jutted out. Fangs protruded from his mouth, and two sharp horns sprouted from his head.

He had grown taller, but his body was unnaturally thin, with his ribs and sternum visible beneath his skin. From a distance, he looked like a towering, monstrous skeleton. It was an unsettling sight that sent a chill down anyone’s spine.

This was Willem’s ultimate form.

After the transformation, his speed, strength, defense, and reflexes were greatly enhanced. His thirst for blood grew even more intense, turning him into a bloodthirsty demon.

The gods, who had expressed dissatisfaction moments ago, now stood paralyzed in stunned silence. Fear was etched across their faces.

The transformed Willem was more than ten times stronger than his previous form. The savage, bloodthirsty intensity he gave off was enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine. They knew that if Willem desired, he could crush them instantly.

Faced with such a powerful monster, who would dare speak out now?

“Old geezer, I’m going to drain every last drop of your blood today.” Willem raised his hand, and his sharp claws pointed at Arion.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot down from above, striking Willem with pinpoint accuracy.

However, he didn’t dodge and wasn’t harmed by the strike. He seemed immune to the lightning. Besides his remarkable regeneration, his physical defense was now on par with Bailey’s, making him virtually indestructible.

“Is that the best you can do? It’s like someone just tickled me.” Willem sneered.

in Dragonmarsh and the title, “Sage of Sacred Wrym Summit”,

bolts, each striking Willem with full force. Yet,

useless. Prepare to die!” Willem grinned menacingly before launching his

figure flickered and reappeared in front of Arion with lightning speed. His sharp claws thrust forward like lances toward

of golden light

tremble and ripples to spread outward.

Without hesitation, he struck again with his sharp claws, aiming to break Arion’s

“Fire!”

out toward Willem’s chest. With a loud

But unlike before, Willem didn’t scream in

crowd watched in disbelief, his demonic wings suddenly flapped. A powerful wind stirred the air around him. In an instant,

on his body were instantly extinguished, and his tough skin showed no signs of injury-only waves of heat rising from his

flapped his wings. His body turned into a streak of black

the shockwave shattered Arion’s indestructible golden

“Yes!”

and was thrilled

of them able to break it, no matter how hard they

wings again. He turned into a streak of

“Attack!”