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.

so-called strongest man in Dragonmarsh and the title, “Sage of Sacred Wrym Summit”, didn’t seem impressive to

barrage of lightning bolts, each striking Willem

Prepare to die!” Willem

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

a burst of golden light

tremble and ripples to spread

struck again with his sharp claws, aiming

“Fire!”

raised his hand and waved. A red divine talisman shot out toward Willem’s chest. With a loud

heat. But unlike before, Willem didn’t scream in agony. He remained

disbelief, his demonic wings suddenly flapped. A powerful wind stirred the air around him. In an instant, a violent

and his tough skin showed no signs of injury-only waves of heat rising from his

body turned

shattered Arion’s indestructible golden armor into a shower of

“Yes!”

cheered and was thrilled by the

matter how hard they

Willem roared and flapped his wings again. He turned into a streak of black light and

“Attack!”