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.

did he imagine that these elite fighters would be unable to withstand even a single strike from Arion’s blade. Or rather, Arion’s strength had far surpassed

kill was a

his own. Their ambush that day was nothing

Wrym Summit. Tell me, who the hell gave you the guts to do that?” Arion’s voice, sharp and commanding, echoed as he hovered above

was so overwhelming that Bailey and the few survivors could barely

assassins were paralyzed with fear. Gritting their teeth against the pain, they dropped to their knees and

like a god-powerful, fearsome, and untouchable. With no other option, they could only plead for

and forgive me. I’ll give up everything I have

point, pride and honor were irrelevant-survival was all that mattered. He would do anything

from Kimboku have wreaked havoc in Dragonmarsh time and time again. If I let you go, how could I ever face the souls of the fallen because of

there’s a saying in Dragonmarsh that said, ‘Admitting a mistake is the first step toward redemption.’ I know I was wrong. If you spare my life, I swear I’ll

desperation, Anthony smashed his forehead against the ground. Blood

die,” Arion said

sword. A flash of white sword light shot out

Foyer, please spare me!” Anthony turned pale