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.

these elite fighters would be unable to withstand even a single strike from Arion’s blade. Or rather, Arion’s strength had far surpassed anything they could

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

of his own. Their ambush that day was nothing short of

bastards 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

presence was so overwhelming that Bailey and the few survivors could

teeth against the pain, they dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. They finally grasped

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

and made 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 head down in complete submission. His tone was

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

coldly. “Your people from Kimboku have wreaked havoc in Dragonmarsh time and time again. If I

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 never oppose

act of desperation, Anthony smashed his forehead

your action- you just know you’re about to die,” Arion said coldly. “But

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

please spare me!” Anthony turned