An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

When the dust finally settled, Arion was the only one left standing.

Bailey, Willem, Anthony, Batuul, the three elite assassins from Eskus, and several gods from the Hall of Gods were either dead or gravely injured.

Willem’s body had been blasted into countless pieces. Each fragment wriggled on the ground as it struggled to piece together. Batuul fared even worse. He was utterly obliterated, leaving no trace behind, not even ashes.

On the contrary, Bailey and the three Eskus assassins had both their arms severed and were gravely wounded.

Though Anthony’s limbs were still intact, his crushed internal organs left him coughing up blood. The backlash from the demonic blade had also taken a devastating toll on his body.

He now appeared decades older, his face gaunt and hollow, his hair gray.

His frail frame made him look like a man standing at death’s door.

“H-How is this possible? No… this can’t be happening!” Bailey’s expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief as he stared at the carnage- the severed limbs and mangled bodies littering the ground.

The people who lay there weren’t just any fighters-they were the top martial artists from around the globe. Each one alone could dominate entire battlefields with ease.

elite fighters would be unable to withstand even a single strike from Arion’s blade. Or rather, Arion’s

all they managed to kill was a Papercraft Clone. When the real Arion entered the fray, they

in strength was absolute -Arion was in a league of his own.

with others and never look for trouble. But bastards like you had the nerve to attack Sacred Wrym Summit. Tell me, who the hell gave you the guts to

that Bailey and the

they dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. They finally grasped the full terror of facing

a man. He was like a god-powerful, fearsome, and

a foolish mistake in offending Sacred Wrym Summit. Please have mercy and forgive me. I’ll give up everything I have to make amends,” Anthony begged, dropping to his knees with his

Arion’s hands. At that point, pride and honor were irrelevant-survival was all that mattered. He would

time again. If I let you go, how could I ever face the souls of the fallen

there’s a saying in Dragonmarsh that said, ‘Admitting a mistake is the first step toward redemption.’ I know I was wrong.

smashed his forehead against the ground. Blood trickled down his

know you’re about to die,” Arion said coldly. “But don’t worry, I forgive you. Just try not to mess

hesitation, he raised his hand and swung his sword. A flash of white sword light shot

Foyer, please spare me!” Anthony