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.

be unable to withstand even

fought tooth and nail for hours and used their ultimate techniques, yet all they managed to kill was a Papercraft Clone. When the

in a league of his own. Their ambush

like you had the nerve to attack Sacred Wrym Summit. Tell me, who the hell gave you the guts to do that?” Arion’s voice, sharp and commanding, echoed as

of his presence was so overwhelming that Bailey

against the pain, they dropped to

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

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 head down in

his fate lay entirely in Arion’s hands. At that point, pride and honor were irrelevant-survival was all that mattered. He would do anything to

and time again. If I let you go,

step toward redemption.’ I know I was wrong. If you spare my life, I swear I’ll never oppose

smashed his forehead against the ground. Blood trickled down his

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

sword. A flash of white sword light shot out

spare me!” Anthony