An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

As night fell, darkness crept across the city. Inside a modest residence, Warrick sat on the bed with his eyes closed. He was meditating to restore his energy.

After a day of recovery, he had expelled nearly all of the Tranqurin from his system. It was no longer a serious concern.

However, the city was under lockdown. All the major roads were blocked and wanted posters with his face were plastered everywhere. Though his strength had returned, he still couldn’t escape from Celestria.

So, he had no choice but to lay low and wait for the storm to pass. As for the original owner of the house, he was nothing more than a corpse now.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Warrick’s eyes snapped open, and his hand instinctively reached for the sword beside him.

“Who is it?”

In the living room, the Red Legion guards tensed up. Two of them quietly drew their blades, positioning themselves on either side of the door.

“It’s me.”

A familiar voice rang out.

The guards immediately exhaled in relief. One of them peeked through the door’s narrow gap. After confirming it was their ally, they quickly unlocked the door.

a plain-looking man dressed in black. At first

took you so long? We thought something happened to you,” Kalen Juggs, a burly man with a

were too many patrols on the way. If I hadn’t been careful, I might not have made it back at all,” Geralt explained. He removed his hat, then reached for the cup of water

the door to ensure no one had followed Geralt before shutting

reinforcement. They’ve agreed to help us leave

great. I’ll inform Sir Prescott right away.” Kalen’s face lit up

as he turned toward the

Warrick stepped out, his complexion no longer

then gave a

I don’t dare claim

most,” Warrick said, scanning the people before him. “No matter what happens-whether we leave Celestria or even

Sir Prescott.” The four Red Legion guards saluted him in

anything happening outside?”

and patrols are everywhere. Every major checkpoint is heavily guarded. Without a royal badge, there’s no way in

remembering something important, he added, “Oh, and I think I saw

Steele?” Warrick raised his eyebrows. “Which

Guardians-Jaxon Steele,” Geralt said

mention of that name, the room fell into

regarded as West Lucozia’s most elite force. Any one

his own. His strength was unfathomable-even at his peak, Warrick wasn’t confident he could defeat Jaxon. If