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 strength had far surpassed anything they could

used their ultimate techniques, yet all they managed to kill was a Papercraft Clone. When the real Arion entered the fray, they didn’t even have the

was in a league of his own. Their ambush that day was nothing short

to attack Sacred Wrym Summit. Tell me, who the hell gave

pressure of his presence was so overwhelming that Bailey and the few survivors could barely catch their

with fear. Gritting their teeth against the pain, they dropped to their knees and begged for

them, Arion wasn’t just a man. He was like a god-powerful, fearsome, and untouchable. With

was deceived 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

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

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

‘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

smashed his forehead

said coldly. “But don’t worry, I forgive you. Just try not

swung his sword. A flash of white sword light shot out

me!” Anthony turned